While the patrons of the less-than-glamorous establishment 'went about' their business, Aine took a few long and very appreciated moments to relax herself. The Kaldorei's thighs and lower back still ached from the workout that the strange brown skinned woman had put her through and she so desperately needed a smoke that it only made sense to break away from all of the fun and take a breather, for her. So once the piratical Draenei had stolen away upstairs with the strange, shamanistic orc she retreated to her favorite corner bar seat and got a cold mug of ale from Fergus and after a small scolding for putting her pipe out in the last mug, was able to once again light her pipe. The smell of rich clover and honey calmed her down and helped her relax, and the gentle buzz that the light narcotics in her smoking mixture created took care of the rest of her aches and pains. Before long Aine was just as pent up and frustrated as before, crossing her legs at the thigh to supress the bulge in her tight leathers and groaning as she heard yet another orgasmic cry from somewhere across the inn. Damn her daughter, why couldn't she pick better places to come to port?<br/><br/><br/>In frustration she chose to look around the inn again, throwing her mane of snowy-white hair over her shoulder when she caught a glance of an interesting Draenei woman out of the corner of her eye. She watched the woman make her way to the table and found more than a little amusement at the apparent shock as she took in her surroundings. Feeling a little bold, Aine ordered a second mug of cold brew from Fergus and  after putting out her pipe ( this time away from a mug) she grabbed both drinks and made her way to the table. The Kaldorei was quite tall, at least a head taller than the typical Night Elven female, putting her on par with most Draenei and her skin was a peculiar lilac shade that went well with her nacre eyes. Much like most patrons she was dressed for travel, wearing a tight pair of black leather pants that hugged her thick thighs and a man's tunic that was belted at the waist with the sleeves rolled up to her elbow and the  collar unlaced to keep her chest cool in the humid heat of Booty Bay. Her most peculiar feature was perhaps her hair. Her head was shaved to manageable fuzz on both sides with one long mane-like strip pulled back into a pony tail and braided with a variety of trinkets and trophies.<br/><br/><br/>After a short jaunt across the common room she came to the woman's table and gently set a mug down in front of the waiting Draenei with a friendly smile offered on the side. “ I figured it'd be better this way than waiting ages for a waitress. My name is Aine, may  I sit?”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>