The voice had almost caught the elven woman by surprise, as she jumped a little. But, it seemed, before she could answer the Orc's question, she had wandered off, perhaps to a more lively customer. Guess she waited too long. The leather-clad woman turned to see who had been a more livelier choice then her; a Death Knight. Great, that would help the self esteem.<br/><br/>As her amber eyes watched the two converse, she could not help but return her gaze to the Orc waitress. She eyed her curves and figure, those hips, that rear. The barmaiden was an Orc, and thus her enemy as a member of the Horde, but, it was hard to be anyone's enemy when she was wearing something like that. So supple and revealing. She must have known it showed a lot of green flesh, the amber-eyed elven woman thought, she must do it for the attention. Deep down inside, though, the elven woman would gladly give her any kind of attention.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>