Stepping out from the light outside into the subdued darkness of the tavern, Kyrenna Darkstep's eyes widened with interest, after adjusting to the light, at the sight within. The first thing she noticed was a Draenei woman, by reputation likely their hostess, being taken quite enthusiastically by two men, half-elves by the look of them. Glancing around more, she saw a number of other patrons, an orc and human included, were well on their way as well. Kyrenna had believed the place's reputation might be slightly exaggerated...now she believed the opposite. Still, she hadn't come here for just a drink and idle conversation. Taking smooth gliding footsteps across the wooden floor, she moved to the bar and took her seat. She might not have a drink yet, but she certainly had a show. Her eyes stayed on the writhing forms of the other patrons, and she even allowed herself an indulgent lick of the lips as she viewed them.<br/><br/>She crossed her legs, well-fitted robes showing off their shape quite easily, leading the eyes of viewers up to her impressive torso. She leaned her back against the bar, one arm resting on it as she idly drummed her fingers on the wooden bar.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>