Vera gave a playful laugh and stepped down from her stool.<br/><br/>“Where’s the fun in that? Come,” she suggested, and walked closer to the center of the bar, where she stopped, and stood still with her hands clasped behind her neck, the raised arms now quite out of reach of the shorter woman. Facing away from Hilda, towards the man and the blood elf, Vera spoke with a clear voice loud enough to be heard all the way back at the counter, perhaps to let others know the rules to her little game as well, “Just pick one and I’ll tell you how close you are. I’m not going to look, so you’ll have to… touch. I’ll buy you a drink if you get it right in less than five.”<br/><br/>Waiting for the dwarf to follow, Vera took a comfortable posture on her feet and arched her back, which pushed her bust even further than it already was. She wore a loose, black skirt that was wrapped slightly below her waistline and reached half-way over her thighs that were thick enough to completely fill the gap between each other. Her entire back was also covered in tattoos, all the way up somewhere under the cropped shirt, and down below the waistline of the skirt. The tattoos continued down from under the hem and covered the legs all the way inside her small shoes. There had to be hundreds, if not thousands of little pictures on her body, and somehow the game didn’t seem at all fair, but perhaps that wasn’t the point.<br/><br/>“It’s not on the arms,” Vera noted, and then added after a pause, “That was a hint, but somehow I doubt you’ll find it all that helpful.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>