Lysandra's shoulders draw inward and her head dip forward almost hitting her cup with her chin as she lets out a blubbering chuckle. "<span style="color: #ff4d4d">Elune help me, you really have no concept of subtlety do you cousin? You know some of us expect more than lines and clumsy innuendo Elamir.</span><span style="color: #808080">" As she sat her eyes drift towards Marianne, sizing her up some before casually she raises her right leg and crosses it over her left. This simple act both raises her 'dress' under her leg and thrusts out her right hip showing the bare entirety of her well shaped thigh. The straps of leather that hold together her garment sink slightly in to her skin just under her hip as she mixes her coconut milk with a tiny umbrella and lets out a trailing hum "</span><span style="color: #ff4d4d">And it seems that you're completely fine with this gutter tramp, tell me Mr Elamir, with all the throbbing pent up bundles of manly musk and lust around here what makes you so special for my attention?</span><span style="color: #808080">"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>