Ignoring the over-excited fey's noise and motions, Parin glanced at the giant besides her again. The armor design beared similarities to some relics she had seen in ancient ruins, and she was dying to inspect it carefully if the giant man wearing the armor would let her. It spoke a lot of Parin's general social life, that in a den of sinful debauchery such as this, her greatest interest was her work. Despite her curiosity, she remained silent as not to disturb the giant. The deliberate way with which he moved, walked and talked told her he was a man that moved at his own pace, and that the world would simply have to follow and accept that. Putting a lock of her ginger hair behind one of her fuzzy ears, she opened her mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by the curtains opening at the stage.<br/><br/>There's a lot of words with which Parin could describe the entrance Winnie made, but if she had to pick one she'd ultimately settle on "attention-demanding". Which was actually two words, but still. The Vulparii didn't consider the insult-filled welcome of the soft green Aviarii very welcoming, but the crowd seemed to love it as they raised drinks and cheers in response to the woman's appearance. Mirri, of course, almost squealed in glee. Always fond of general excitement and loud noise, the snake fae waved her hands eagerly, as if attempting to get Winnie's attention. The fey had retrieved the coin from the floor, or simply taken one from some distracted person or something, and was waving it high above her head.<br/><br/>Mirri's cheered even louder when the dancers entered the stage.<span style="color: green">"Ooozka nam nam tak! Nin devushki!"</span>she shouted at the top of her tiny longs. Despite this, her high-pitched voice was easily drowned in the crude cheers and music that played. The show held the fey's attention, which spared the slightly-confused Parin another few lewd remarks. The confusion at how Winnie got away with her insulting of the crowd left Parin peering at the Aviarii. Apparently the brother mistress must've noticed Parin's interest, and taken it for something else as she gave the shy Vulparii a sly wink. Instantly poor Parin's cheeks reddened while she averted her gaze. Biting on her lower lip. Had she really just winked at her? It could've been for anyone after all. Blushing, the girl looked around at the others near her to see if there had been someone more deserving of the feathered woman's gesture. None of them seemed pre-occupied with it however, too busy watching the show or talking with their compatriots.<br/><br/>Left to her thoughts, Parin didn't pay attention to the show going on stage, not that she really had any interest in it in the first place.<span style="color: green">"Devushki!"</span>Mirri's voice interrupted Parin's solemn brooding. Blinking, she looked for the fey to see what caught the creature's attention now, only to let out a soft yelp in terror when she saw the naga-like fae slither over the bar counter towards the brothel owner, the richly-garbed and highly confident woman now casually enjoying a drink while looking out over the brothel's guests.<span style="color: blue"> "Mirri no!"</span>She hissed between her teeth while trying to stop the fey. Mirri however, wasn't keen on being denied. With all the swiftness of a snake, she turned and bit the foxgirl's outstretched hand. Not hard enough to pierce skin, even though the fey's fangs were easily capable of doing so, but the mere gesture was enough for Parin to pull back her hand. As the foxgirl made another swipe to stop the faerie, Mirri simply leapt over Parin's hand and somersaulted through the air. Rather than landing, Mirri flew over to Winnie with far more grace than should be possible considering her body's unusual length for a fey. Her buzzing wings scattering around pixie dust as the faerie glided through the air as if through water.<br/><br/>Making a final attempt from trying to stop Mirri from annoying a very powerful, and as Parin had heard, wrathful woman, Parin leapt out of her chair only for her foot to get stuck behind another barstool's legs, making the Vulparii fall flat on her stomach, knocking the air out of the petite girl with an oof.<span style="color: green">"Devushki! Zebnat ist min?"</span>Looking up, Parin found herself right in front of Winnie's feet, while Mirri hovered near the stately Aviari, holding out the golden coin towards the finely garbed woman. Parin closed her eyes, her heart sinking in her chest while she silently prayed for this whole situation to be just one bad dream. Remaining on the floor with her ears pressed back against her head, Parin waited for either waking up, Winnie inevitable wrath or some unlikely rescue (perhaps involving a prince and a knight or two).<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>