"Mmm, I see. That explains the metal.." Miriam says, fidgeting in her tight pants a little as she suddenly felt aware of his gaze on her body. She kept her eyes on his own, even as she starts to adjust her own loose shirt, wondering if anything was showing. And then wondered why she was so concerned about this when moments ago she'd been far too eager to satiate another man's lust.<i>To take his thick, hard cock, hot and throbbing inside her, faster and harder and..</i>She shakes her head, blinking as she pushed the thought out of her mind. But then again wasn't that the reason she came here? She takes another swig of the mug in her hand, knocking down a nice, heady dash of cherry grog to loosen her worries a little. Was it merely a placebo effect now that she was dead? She really wasn't sure, but it felt good.<br/><br/>"A-anyway, what brings you here to the tavern? Happened to pass by, a friend..?" She blurts after placing her mug down, hoping to shift the topic from the one in her mind.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>