"Can't say I don't admire how open minded your kinds here are, in the Eastern Kingdoms," the pandaren says with a slight grunted chuckle, once more lifting up her mug; the chilled metal at the bottom of the thing comes to rest squarely between her breasts, almost perched there after she takes another sip, savor into the cool liquid while her upper assets gradually become just a bit more soaked with the cool sweat from the mug.<br/>"Jhe," she introduces herself by- finally, the furred woman having a name to accompany herself by.  Her eyes linger for a moment longer as Liy bows, before the large pandaren takes one final swig of her mug, emptying the contents completely and returning it to the counter.  By now her dampened vest hugs against her furred bosom, wet from both the mug and a bit of fallen ale as the pandaren draws a finger down from her neck to travel through the first few inches of the valley of her cleavage- the woman now looking back over the counter, admiring a goblin waitress as the small, buxom creature works to bring her a refill.<br/>"I'm sure if I was offered, I'd think on it," Jhe comments, "mh, but it is nice to just sit back... relax, enjoy the sluts, listen to how they beg.  You can practically hear it all the way across port, some days," she muses, grinning again to herself.<br/>Still, despite her words, the pandaren seems to press her own ass out a little further, still swaying back and forth at that slow, just-noticable pace as a sort of subtle show for the rest of the patrons.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>