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<div class="SpoilerTarget bbCodeSpoilerText">I've updated my first post and introduction. There is now a Rules section which explains the few simple rules I have. Other then that all the characters seem to look fine, there is no problem with that! I hope everybody starts posting, you do not need to wait for my approval. I will not be a normal GM, only if someone makes too many grammar mistakes or is being annoying or obstructing any roleplay I will be fulfilling the role of a GM. I doubt this will happen, as we are all decent mature adults trying to have some fun. If there is anything you want to mention OOC wise, just put it in spoiler tags. </div>
</div><br/><span style="color: Sienna">''Aaah but I thought you liked the trolls, they've always been great customers Walter!''</span><br/><br/>Ana mused with a grin on her lips as she could see the twinkle of cheeky joy reflect in Ophedia's eyes. She liked the demon more then she should, as a priest off course, but over time she has learned that any demonic appearance can still hold the most kind and gentle souls. Although this kind and gentle succubus might be too mischievous for her own good, she knew full well that any unwelcome customer was either being handles by her or the felguard that resided in the cellar. Walter chuckled and laughed out loud of her comment however, and grabbed Ophedia's tail with his rough and chaved hands before she was able to slid it underneath Ana's robes. Ana could not help but giggle at the futile attempt of the warlocks pet, they had been together for too long to have any secrets for each other. And Walter knew his succubus better then she did herself so it seemed.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed">''True.. true, they are almost as good of a customer as those dwarves. They like their drinks strong and especially know how to throw a party in here, been many times I needed to send Ophedia their way to subdue it a little.''</span><br/><br/>It was at that moment that the door of the tavern was being opened by another customer. The mere appearance of a enormous wolf in clothes send shivers up Ana's spine. She had seen the cursed Lordean men before, but never had she been so close in their presence. She wasn't exactly afraid of them, but the idea of having to work with one didn't appeal to her either. She had heard the curse was contagious, but to what extent she did not know, only that you didn't want to be bitten by a creature like that. She could not help but grin at the strange wolfish smile playing on his lips, the man had heard her wares and was asking for a glass of rum himself.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">'' I'm afraid you might have to wait for a little moment longer, sir. I was not done selling my wares to Walter yet, but your glass will surely be ready in a few minutes.''</span><br/><br/>Ana spoke loud and let out a giggle when she saw the strange wolfish man make a rather ungraceful bow before them. Handing over her bags and large sack filled with rum to Ophedia she watched the demonness disappear behind the bar, and Walter taking her to the cash-register. They quickly exchanged a few muted words, and soon Ana left the bar with a bag filled with gold coins and a large smile upon her lips. She took a seat somewhere in the corner and continued to watch Ophedia stride as gracefully as a succubus could, towards the Lordean man.<br/><br/><span style="color: Red">''A glass of rum, as requested. That would be 2 silvers please, is there anything else I could help you with? You could open a tab if you wish, as long as you do not forget to pay before you leave, the consequences might not be as fruitful as you anticipated it would.'' </span><br/><br/>The demonness tail was swaying dangerously seductive from underneath her short black tapered skirt. She was wearing clothes, as requested by her master, to appear more decent for his customers. Not something she enjoyed all that much, but the little black shirt that barely hid her breasts from sight, and the short skirt that nearly reached halfway her thighs was just enough clothes to not look undressed. Ana could even see a hint of the top of her stocking, adorned with little black bows and small crystals that shone brightly in any light entering the bar. Ophedia was a classy demon, you could certainly say that.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>