Perhaps it was the hazy state of drunkness she had attained in the bar next door, perhaps it was a curiosity that needed to be sated after so long, but Lailithe found herself staring at the doorway of the Bobbing Head. It wasn't often that she found herself in Booty Bay, let alone drinking in a goblin-infested city of pirates and privateers, but when she did she always seemed to catch the musty and oddly arousing scent of the tavern. This time, she had just enough to drink and just enough of a dry spell to send her into the place. She took a deep breath and sauntered her way in...<br/><br/>To find a place that had now become much more lively than she had heard it not long ago. It seemed that new life had begun to fill the tavern, just as it's patrons were filling and being filled all over. The sight made the tan Sin'dorei woman blush for a moment, simply because she was caught off guard at the rather literal naming of the tavern, but nonetheless she found the will to settle in and find a seat justly. Unlike her earlier attire, she was now clad in rather tight fitting black cloth leggings that hugged her round and yet proportional ass that swayed with every step. Her shirt was also rather tight, the scarlet trimmed long-sleeve that was cut low to expose most of her shapely and yet not gigantic breasts-- perhaps an intentional detail added as she walked in.<br/><br/>By now she found herself at the bar, untying her long and wavy black hair, and applying a fresh coat of rouge lipstick in the reflection of a wayward cup. Satisfied with her appearance, the youth smiled to Fergus and gestured to a drink wordlessly, and slid him some extra coin. With the mug of ale in hand and an idly bemused expression, she turned along the barstool and stared out at the blatant debauchery, already feeling hot and bothered.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>