Lanela quirked a brow as the peculiar interactions seemed to escalate. Slave traders and some kind of extravagant pimp, not to mention a gorgeous one. Eyeing the hunk of a draenei she couldn't help but lap her tongue over those plump glossed lips, stud on her tongue exposed for a fraction of a second before withdrawing. Each arm crossed beneath the ample bust as an index and middle finger trailed along one of the chains connected to one of her breasts, a common habit of the warlock's. Flicking an unoccupied wrist as emerald flames would flash for a moment before manifesting what seemed to be a slender and long wooden shaft with two handles on the side, a long blade fixed onto the top with a ritualistic set of jewelry hanging from it.<br/><br/>"Gold and sex. I could tell that was what you were wishing for the minute I saw you."<br/><br/>The spellcaster approached, once more fierce flames followed her wake to purge and mud and grime in her path. Stopping just beside the once more bare patron for adventure. A hand reached over to grasp onto the woman's right large cheek, steel talon pressing lightly upon the bountiful flesh while the nails firmly got hold of the luscious mound fiercely. Leaning forward while the scythe stabilized Lanela's balance, staring at the naked maiden's irises as her own flashed a bright green.<br/><br/>"Although what exactly this entails has yet to be said. Where do you exactly wish to go?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>