Lailithe hadn't quite noticed the Tauren until he was perched next to her. Despite her rather tall height for a Sin'dorei woman, she found herself dwarfed even still by the man next to her. Though she wasn't often, if ever, interested in a Tauren, she supposed that she could humor a conversation. With the amount of drinks she already consumed, and the ones that seemed to be on her way, perhaps she would try something new today.<br/><br/>She turned on the barstool, giving her best smile and nodding her head in greeting as she raised her mug.<span style="color: #ff4da6">"Curiosity, really. I've passed by this place more times than I could count, and with how booming it seems to be..."</span>Lailithe chuckled, her voice sultry and low for a moment--likely due to the atmosphere.<span style="color: #ff4da6">"I couldn't help myself."</span>She gazed out for a moment at the crowd of people, primarily the ones fucking like Deathwing's second coming was on the horizon, and then back at him.<span style="color: #ff4da6"> "And what about you? What's a big bull doing in a small tavern like this? Splitting hairs, so to speak?"</span>She giggled quietly to herself, lofting the mug to her lips.<br/><br/>Alcohol was beginning to make her hot on the inside. While this new friend wasn't quite doing to her yet, the rest was stirring her along with the intoxication. Inebriated decision making told her that she should unbutton her top a bit. And so she did, allowing the warm and musty air to somewhat cool her breasts as the draft reached inside of her shirt. With her cleavage now almost completely exposed, she leaned back a bit to reveal her tan breasts, save for the small amount of shirt that yet clung to her nipples purely from their erect state.<span style="color: #ff4da6">"Or women, perhaps?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>