As the elf walked through the door of the Bobbing Head her hips swung back and forth with an almost dangerous candor. Her full lips hung in an upward smirk with a swing to the left, painted lemon yellow to match her nails. A few orcs at a table near the entrance gave a sharp whistle and the bouncers didn't even blink an eye. "Good evening miss Evenpool." One of the hulking trolls says with a dull voice as she gives him a wave and continues strutting on her way to the bar. "Give me one of those pale goblin ales, Fergus, and a cup of coconut juice to chase it all down." She wink down to the barkeep, carelessly removing her coin purse, throwing it on the table for the dwarf to pay himself.<br/><br/>The woman wore supple leathers blackened with some sort of dark ash, here and there trimmed with dark raven feathers. It was a single sheet of leather with a patch larch enough to allow her head through. This was all strewn together by long braided strings, dyed blood red and accented with black, orange, and yellow beads. That was all she wore infact, allowing anyone looking upon her from the side to catch a full glance of her bare thigh, and the bare sides of her freely hanging breasts. Completed by authentic Pandaren sandals she was a true queen of nature.<br/><br/>Once she had her mug of ale in hand and a half o' coconut shell full of milk on the bar she turned her head back over her right shoulder. She looked over the tables, bustling with the waiting whores and overzealous sluts and simply lets out a chuckle. She turs her head back and turns her head to look out over the other side of the room, this is when her eye first glances over the Quel'dorei at the bar. At first she looks over him, examining the room as she had before. It was when she turned back to take her drink that she purposefully lingered her gaze, almost watching him for a second before she turned to the bare and started drinking. As if she had done nothing at all.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>