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<blockquote class="quoteContainer"><div class="quote">A playful smile grew upon Namarie's lips as she felt the stranger approach. Whilst she played her role as enticing ornamentation very well, this did not stop the elf from being observant. This male was not the only one to take an interest in the wares she so eagerly flaunted, merely the quickest to gain the courage to approach. Usually such swift confidence was precipitated by a large bulge - either that of coin or of flesh - in this case, Namarie was hoping for both. She had earned her keep well so far this night, but now she was hoping for a little bit of <i>excitement.<br/>
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As the man began to speak, Namarie slowly tilted her pelvis to face him, before the rest of her body followed at glacial speed. The playful smile spreading almost to a smirk, close to challenging. She listened careful to what this stranger had to say, her eyes obviously and greedily taking in the potential partner for her next round of festivities. She hoped so much that this one would go on for longer than the last, not that this was a high bar to set. Her left hand glides gently across the bar as she makes two quick steps to bridge the gap between them, raising her right and gently running the back of her hand across the face of her latest companion.<br/>
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"Why, aren't we forward. Carrying this kind of gold around is an invitation to be mugged, you must be brave good sir, to be so brazen." Her left hand danced across the bag of gold, the grin on her enticing features becoming all the more pronounced. This game was just starting, but so far she was pleased. The right hand traced delicately across the strangers jaw line, fingers trailing down his neck before resting softly on his shoulder. The left hand went past the gold pouch completely, resting just above his belt. Namarie hooked two fingers between belt and skin, but made no effort to pull down or otherwise undo the belt. <i>Not yet.<br/>
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"This would be enough to keep me entertained for the rest of the night, but it is not all I look for in a dance partner. Tell me your name, stranger." Now Namarie did pull ever so gently on the belt, using the force to propel herself ever closer to her new customer, her chest pushed against his own. Faces inches from one another, the seductive elf tilted her head and her next words came as a whisper close to the man's ear. "Tell me what more you have to offer..." These final words were accompanied by another firm tug, and a pointed glance down. The bulge of coin was impressive, and from the little she could see (and at this distance, feel) she was hoping the bulge of flesh would be even more so.</div><div class="quoteExpand quoteCut">Click to expand...</div></blockquote>
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</div><br/>Upon approaching the young tall man he in turn would shift enough to face his would-be chosen partner for the night and who knows, hopefully further and more than that or so he thought to himself. He had remembered now why such a long time has passed since his last release, while the abundance of courtesans that were more than glad to offer their services for his gold was welcoming, their eagerness to get right to it had become stale. He is an elf who prefers to get to the point sure, but intimacy were one of those exceptions that needed its spice and so far, it seems he finally found someone of the same mind.<br/><br/>His lips formed into a sultry smirk as he listened and watched what her response to his move would be, already he could feel the thrill coming back to him as blood rushed through him with each quickened heartbeat steadily climbing in intensity. The same would be said for his eager tool once the elf was pressing herself against his toned figure, a large mound rising as far it could behind its constrictions which made it all harder to resist rushing the dance on top of months of pent up lust for pleasure.<br/><br/>"Zerith, and thank you. What can I say, I like making my point clear on what I'm after. And..." His last word dragged out until it faded into a hushed and inviting tone. In a single motion fluid as water itself almost, his right hand had already snaked its way to her hip and slowly trailed down to the skin of her outer thigh and right below her rear which he teased ever so slightly while stroking back and forth.  With the same hand he lifts her right leg a little while the other hand glided across her back and behind her head, drawing her into him while he positioned himself to lean with his back on the bar now with her almost leaning over him.  In a playful and enticing whisper he would continue with his lips right by her left ear. "..I believe we both know what we are after right now don't we, and what -I- have to offer for our dance miss..?" At the 'I' she would feel the slight grinding against her inner thighs of his rising mast, giving just enough of a hint on how hung and well endowed his bulge was even though it was not fully hard yet. Intending to stoke the fires of the elf's fantasies of what she can expect the whole long night.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>