Poking at Mirri to convince the fey to go somewhere less lewd, Parin grumbled a bit as she tried to get the faerie to leave her top.<span style="color: blue"> "Cheap as she might be to treat for drinks, I think she's already drunk. Mirri, please get out of there, you're embarrassing me." </span>The fox-girl whined at the fae while her cheeks remained flustered.<span style="color: blue">"Stop wriggling, you're rubbing against my..."</span>The Vulpari didn't get to finish her sentence, as with cruel delight Mirri twisted her tail around beneath the cloth top the Vulpari wore. Clamping her fangs down on her glass, Parin forced herself to remain quiet.<span style="color: blue">"I'm s-sorry, she's not usually like this..."</span><br/><br/><i>''I'm very interested in learning more from Mirri, if she would want to show and teach me how she harvests her powers. You both would be free to stay as long as you want in my quarters, as well as enjoy the food and drinks whenever you like... For as long as my, observations would take me off course''</i>Parin frowned, slightly uneasy at the hidden implications of W'ineton's words. Looking hesitantly, she spoke softly.<span style="color: blue">"I don't think that..."</span><span style="color: green">"YES!"</span>Mirri suddenly and rudely interrupted Parin, even going as far pushing her hands against the foxgirl's face to get her to shut up.<span style="color: green">"Yes! Mirri can show! Is easy, like this!"</span>Not giving Parin time to react, the fey leapt down from the Vulpari's chest to her lap, grabbing the brim of Parin sash and diving into the Vulpari's hotpants.<br/><br/>Letting out a distressed shriek as the fey invaded her private underwear, Parin tumbled off her chair, again. Sadly for any eager watchers, Parin's fluffy tail completely shrouded her groin during her short scuffle with the fey. Swearing, Mirri was evicted from Parin's underwear. The fey screamed in distress as Parin angrily lunged at the fey, only to have her hand easily dodged by the fae. Parin chased the fae for a few steps, before composing herself. Red as a beet, she picked up her chair, roughly put it down before sitting once more. Not willing to face W'ineton and Ogun after the faerie's actions, Parin buried her face in her arms on the bar. Covering her long, furry ears with her hands.<br/><br/>The fey returned shortly afterwards, poking Parin inquisitively in the upper back.<span style="color: green">"Paaarin? Parin? Paaaaaariiiiin?"</span>After a few seconds of being ignored, the fey gives up, apparently realizing she went a little too far in provoking the poor Vulpari. Resting between Parin's shoulderblades, the fae turned to Ogun and W'ineton.<span style="color: green">"Parin not talk now, but Mirri can talk if want. Yes? No? Yes?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>