Scoundrel's pale brows lift with amusement as the man's eagerness, dapping at the corner of her lips with the bandit's mask that is wrapped about her throat.  She takes a moment to scan the bar properly, spotting the hulking mound of muscles that is the Draenei bruiser and giving a surreptious finger wave before looking back to her two partners.  Some of the amusement is gone in the blink of an eye, as she realizes that the woman was far more direct than she'd ever expected out of the tall exotic beauty.<br/><br/>She already had a hand inside the man's pants!  She grit her teeth in one breath, a sharp exhale of irritation, made even more apparent when Namarie goes so far as to not only dismiss the concept of a room but to blatantly encourage a public display of very obvious affections.  The human woman does not seem the sort to accept being on the back foot though, quickly crowding forward on Adan's other side with a winning smile that pulls her full lips taut.  "Thas' the right of it.  Unless you're real shy like, nobody here to judge you."  Her leather clad backside waves lazily as she saunters forward, her own hand sliding inside the man's trousers to gently cradle his balls.  Not much room between his cocks and two hands currently grappling for position but she's used to having a delicate touch thanks to her rogue's training.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>