Letting out a small sigh, Maeladea shoved open the door of the tavern, idly brushing down her robes as she did so. The Blood Elf didn't often visit. After all, a certain reputation had to be held if she was to be taken seriously. One couldn't be seen strolling around in this place of debauchery and lewdness for too long.<br/><br/>Her womanly features were clad beneath a set of simple golden robes, although they didn't diminish her curves in the slightest. In the usual hourglass body type associated with her race, she certainly didn't disappoint. Her breasts were easily a high C-cup, or a low D at their highest. Her torso curved down into a narrow waist, before widening out again into her motherly hips that sway with each step the woman takes.<br/><br/>Maeladea reaches up, her hands grasping at the hood of her robes and pulling it down, shaking her head free from the confining cloth. A raven-black ponytail springs free, hanging down just slightly past her shoulders as she stops just inside the doorway, her green eyes glancing over the scenes before her. The one that most caught her gaze was, of course, the Draenei getting double-teamed by a Goblin and an Orc.<br/><br/>A small grin spreads her rosy lips, taking a seat at the table next to them, discreetly eyeing the scene next to her as her legs part slightly under the table, simply content to watch the three for now.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>