Lorelei leans back, grinning in smug self-satisfaction at the bewildered jailers and the expanded personal space her queen's words have afforded her for the time being. What Mab told the two women, she doesn't know, nor does she care to question; if her queen hasn't seen fit to inform her already, then it must not be her place to know. All that matters is that her would-be-tormentors are comfortably distant, and a good deal less comfortable themselves... mostly.<br/><br/>Lorelei flashes a moue of disappointment at Travian's approach, hugging Niketu closer too her breast. The raccoon must be quite special himself, to have shrugged off Mab's influence so easily- or, perhaps Mab left him deliberately untouched as a test for Lorelei herself to handle. Catching onto her queen's game, Lorelei narrows her eyes at Travian in what she imagines to be an unnerving glare. (And might be, if anyone could see past the comical squint that came before.)<br/><br/>However, her expression softens with curiosity as Travian makes a series of... opticulations toward something in his right hand. As her eyes land on the tiny pouch tucked between the raccoon's fingers, a glimmer of understanding crosses her face- then, consternation. Mab clearly intended for the raccoon to deliver her this gift, but how can she accept it without raising suspicion?<br/><br/>A moment later, her cellmates provide a most unexpected answer.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Miyan wrote:</cite>"One little feel, then...and we'll see where it goes from there, hrm, big guy?"</div></blockquote><br/>Lorelei's attention flits to Jelani's cage, where the canine has... somehow convinced that young rabbit lady to offer her rump as a supposed last request. A few cages down, Sheva seems to have much the same idea, albeit taken a good deal further with that strapping youn hyena lad. Well, if two of them can play that game, why not three? At the very least, it won't look out of place.<br/><br/>"You're not afraid of me then, Sir Raccoon? You must be quite bold to step forward for your companions. Or, quite foolish..." Lorelei's voice dips a degree, chilled but but not quite to Mab's icy tone as she leans forward and presses herself against the bars, resting her left hand across from Travian's right. Mouthing the words 'play along,' she grasps the raccoon's wrist and tugs, forward and down, until his paw is planted firmly atop her ample chest.<br/><br/>"Oh!" Lorelei gasp of surprise is only half acting - Travian's paw is colder than she expected! - but she manages to control herself, giving his paw a quick shake to settle the pouch firmly in her bosom before drawing back out of reach. "Bold indeed! You mustn't play too much with your prisoners, Sir Raccoon. There are protocols to be followed, you know." The young elf waggles a finger at Travian, keeping her voice equal parts admonishing and suggestively coy.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Bluff to distract observers while transferring the pouch: 1d20 (9) + 5 = 14</div></div></div>