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<blockquote class="quoteContainer"><div class="quote">Not far off from the bar itself, sat a young-looking high elven man featuring straight medium long white hair kept behind his ears which allowed his toned and sharp face to make itself present upon it a relaxed and content look was worn. It had been a long day of clearing his list of contracts of customers to accompany and provide security for various occasions. Right now he was finishing writing down what needed to be stocked up before the next contract while enjoying himself a puff with his long thin pipe, carrying a thick but pleasant aroma rising from the end of it towards the ceiling.<br/>
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Once done making his list he leaned back with a sigh as he got comfortable in his seat and observed thoughtfully each courtesan in the room, it had been a while he realized as his blue deep eyes finally latched onto one possible companion for the night. Basking now in the sight of the alluring night elf that just passed by towards the bar to show off her plum bounty behind which would earn all his attention, as well the growing ache below his belt protesting against his leather pants. He'd slowly find his way to the bar with the pipe remaining at the corner of his lips shaped into a small sultry smile, taking his place next by the elf to lean on the bar with his forearms while continuing to soak in her features with his lazy yet hungry eyes.<br/>
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"You have all my attention, as well my bounty for the whole night that is.." He spoke as he raised a fairly sizeable bag of gold to let it land on the table with a heavy thud, clearly not holding back on what he's after. "..If the moonlit lady can convince me." He added with a playful tone to it.</div><div class="quoteExpand quoteCut">Click to expand...</div></blockquote>
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</div>A playful smile grew upon Namarie's lips as she felt the stranger approach. Whilst she played her role as enticing ornamentation very well, this did not stop the elf from being observant. This male was not the only one to take an interest in the wares she so eagerly flaunted, merely the quickest to gain the courage to approach. Usually such swift confidence was precipitated by a large bulge - either that of coin or of flesh - in this case, Namarie was hoping for both. She had earned her keep well so far this night, but now she was hoping for a little bit of<i>excitement.<br/>
</i><br/>As the man began to speak, Namarie slowly tilted her pelvis to face him, before the rest of her body followed at glacial speed. The playful smile spreading almost to a smirk, close to challenging. She listened careful to what this stranger had to say, her eyes obviously and greedily taking in the potential partner for her next round of festivities. She hoped so much that this one would go on for longer than the last, not that this was a high bar to set. Her left hand glides gently across the bar as she makes two quick steps to bridge the gap between them, raising her right and gently running the back of her hand across the face of her latest companion.<br/><br/>"Why, aren't we forward. Carrying this kind of gold around is an invitation to be mugged, you must be brave good sir, to be so brazen." Her left hand danced across the bag of gold, the grin on her enticing features becoming all the more pronounced. This game was just starting, but so far she was pleased. The right hand traced delicately across the strangers jaw line, fingers trailing down his neck before resting softly on his shoulder. The left hand went past the gold pouch completely, resting just above his belt. Namarie hooked two fingers between belt and skin, but made no effort to pull down or otherwise undo the belt.<i>Not yet.<br/>
</i><br/>"This would be enough to keep me entertained for the rest of the night, but it is not all I look for in a dance partner. Tell me your name, stranger." Now Namarie did pull ever so gently on the belt, using the force to propel herself ever closer to her new customer, her chest pushed against his own. Faces inches from one another, the seductive elf tilted her head and her next words came as a whisper close to the man's ear. "Tell me what more you have to offer..." These final words were accompanied by another firm tug, and a pointed glance down. The bulge of coin was impressive, and from the little she could see (and at this distance, feel) she was hoping the bulge of flesh would be even more so.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>