[[Woo, ended up having a ton to respond to! >_< Wall of text incoming! ]]<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"MOST SINCERE BLESSINGS--"</span><br/><br/>Vormitraax didn't even have time to finish his introduction to the tavern proper before Felicity's ears honed in on the boisterous sound, swiveling about beneath her wide-brimmed hat to detect just where it was coming from. It didn't take long, and though Felicity doesn't gaze up at the half-dragon to meet his gaze as he ambles through the stunned crowd, an absolutely enormous grin did slowly work it's way across her lips. The spike-covered monster had been the source of absolutely endless hours of amusement, and every time he showed up in her presence, it was nothing short of an absolute treat.<br/><br/>It wasn't that she was especially 'dainty', nor did she really NEED a valiant knight to defend her honor (What very little she actually had), but by the gods was the dragon a blast to have in her presence, if only because she didn't really know how to react to his posturing and bowing and vaguely-chivalrous attitude. Honestly, she'd seen him do decidedly 'unknightly' things, yet in the same vein, he was proper and dedicated to a fault...in the right circumstances. She could not even quite figure out the reason he'd attached himself to her, dedicated himself to 'preserving her virtue' or any of the other rubbish he spoke of, but she absolutely LOVED it. It was a thrill to have him in her presence, if only to draw amusement at just like how much of a 'lady' he treated her, despite her wheeling and dealing in the shady underground.<br/><br/>When the big dragon finally makes his way through the crowd to her table, Felicity gazes up at him with a disarmingly charming smile, her tiny, sharp white teeth glimmering in the shadowy light that played around the interior of the tavern "Ohhh, Vormitraax! Ya did makes it after all, ah?" Now this was fun. Two and a half sheets to the wind in her tankard, and the big dragon keeping his promise to show up and 'serve her' as needed...yes, this was going to be an amazingly amusing evening "I was gettin' a mite scared that you--oh...." Felicity's voice trails off when Vormitraax lifts her hand so very daintily, the action actually managing to draw a slight shade of crimson from her tanned cheeks. It was THESE little actions that she quite honestly had no idea how to deal with. She almost felt flattered...<br/><br/>...Okay, she WAS flattered. She was hardly a 'lady', and yet to still be TREATED like one was...well, it took her out of her normal element. Honestly, had any common brigand tried to do the exact same, he liked have earned himself a solid sock right in the nose from the catgirl, and Vormitraax had been no different and nearly earned the same when he'd approached her some time ago, spines and spikes or no. Yet, he'd somehow felt 'genuine', had put on enough of a show to stay her temper and prove he wasn't just making fun of her less-than-dainty tendancies, and now...<br/><br/>...well, now she liked it, sorta...in a weird way.<br/><br/>"Ahh..." Felicity begins again, clearing her throat gently "Yah...it's good to have ya in me service again, love." Pulling her hand away from his own, she reaches up and lightly pats the underside of his jaw, drawing her fingers along the spikes beneath "I'm sure there'll be plenty of...ah...honor-protectin' and such about." It was as good a greeting as any, and honestly, she'd never quite figured out what sort of response he expected, especially when it flustered her so much. Of course, in her half-drunken state, her own social inability doesn't remain in her mind for long, and soon enough her attention shifts to the newest attendant - Lamya.<br/><br/>Felicity's grin broadens when the Naga makes her way into the room and right over to the table with her, with a surprisingly seductive sway of her hips. It never really ceased to amaze her how the Naga managed to 'sway' her waistline in such a natural way, despite not having the flow of a walk to help it along. Catching the wave, Felicity returns it with a few flicks of her fingers, the grin on her face growing more and more broad the closer Lamya came. When the naga finally 'seats' herself, the catgirl is practically grinning from one ear to the other "Lamya! Nice ta see ya, eh gal? I see yer just as stunnin' as ever." Mention of both 'pleasure and profit' turns the catgirl's grin into a surprisingly coy little smirk, her eyes half-lidding in a alluring gaze "Ohhh, pleasure an' profit is still me business, and I'm hopin' they'll be plenty of both, hrrrrm...?"<br/><br/>When Layma leans across the table for a little kiss, she finds Felicity waiting, the over-sized catgirl scooping an arm around the naga's back and tucking her just a little bit closer, pressing her lips back in a brief but enthusiastic little kiss. Her fingers linger in the small of Lamya's back for just a few seconds, lightly stroking across the soft flesh just above where her torso connected to the more scaled flesh of her lower body "Mmm..hah. This here's why I come to you with all me magic things, yah?" Leaning in for one final 'smek' against Layma's lips, Felicity finally released the alluring naga, though the coy little look on her face never quite leaves. Ohh, that naga looked so delectable at times, like a long, fleshy noodle. It was not the first time Felicity wondered what it might feel like to stuff an entire naga down her throat, squeeze her in her tummy, piling those coils in upon themselves until she was trapped under her own weight....<br/><br/>....Auuugh, if only Lamya wasn't so GOOD at what she did....<br/><br/>Still, the naga looked...delectable.<br/><br/>Affixing her with an interested gaze, she motions with a broad sweep of her hand to Vormitraax "This here gallant knight o' uh...the realm or somesuch is Vormitraax. Quite a looker, iddent he? All them spikes an such', but quite a uh...gentleman, I 'spect. Vormitraax, this here is Lamya."<br/><br/>With the two properly introduced, Felicity returns to her mug, only to once more realise it is still empty. Frowning down at the bottom of the mug, she nearly misses Aiyaka's entrance, and would have if not for the relative silence that befell those assembled in the tavern. Ears perking at the lowered volume, Felicity lifts her gaze out of her cup and scans the room, nearly instantly finding her gaze alighting on Aiyaka as she taversed the crowd with practiced ease.<br/><br/>The sight was surprisingly sobering, and Felicity's expression turns both surprised, and quite serious. Aiyaka? Unspeaking, unblinking, the big catgirl watches in complete silence as the foxgirl weaves her way to the table and makes a single pass around it. Felicity was not an especially sentimental girl, nor one prone to wanton flights of fancy, but when she felt the kitsune's tail flicker across her cheek, albeit for a single brief moment, she closes her eyes and sighs deeply. That scent, the softness of those tails, even her strange manner of dress...she remembered it. Remembered it quite well.<br/><br/>Upon opening her eyes, she spots a little purple flower on the table before, small and lightly speckled. The flower of a catnip plant. The sight was enough to make her laugh softly, shaking her head and she picked up the little flower and lightly twirled it in her fingertips, affixing Aiyaka with 'a gaze'. It was really all that was needed, just a single, simple look to say 'Nice to see you again'. Twirling the flower idly between her fingers, she takes a faint sniff of it. She was feline - partially, anyway...she was a catgirl, and thus had feline blood in her - but catnip didn't quite have the effect on her as it might have other more full-blooded felines. In fact, it had no effect at all, though it still smelled nicely minty. No, the flower held special significance, and with another little sniff of the flower, Felicity focuses those intense blue eyes of her upon Aiyaka "Eh, hah...little catnip. Oh, nice to have you along, eh? Y'look as yummy as always..." The little tease held a surprisingly light-hearted undertone, something not normally evident in the big catgirl's voice. Aiyaka, however, would likely catch the meaning, and infer what all was really meant in those words. With a teasing wink, she tucks the little flower away inside of her jacket, though not without giving it one last look and a little, surprisingly happy smile.<br/><br/>Nanami is almost entirely missed, and it's not until she settles herself down near Aiyaka that Felicity's eyes flow to her, drinking in the sight. Another kitsune, she knew, but she'd only met Nanami in passing before, and they'd never gotten beyond the 'acquaintance' stage. Still, she looked remarkably similar to Aiyaka, at least in terms of dress, so Felicity could only assume that Nanami was from the same general part of the world, or at least close to it "Nanami! Hah, a while it's been, an--heeelllloooooo...."<br/><br/>The little cup slid her direction, filled with the exotic-smelling beverage, is instantly snatched up by a suddenly-grinning Felicity "This is why I like ya, me girl. Bottoms up and toast an' such." Only waiting as long as is proper (Which, to Felicity, is about as long as it took to open her mouth), she tosses back the drink and gulps in down in a single large swallow, settling the cup back down and 'HOooooooo!'ing loudly "Aaaaaahhhhhh!!! S'good stuff! HAH! This 'ere is the start of somethin' special, I can feel it!"<br/><br/>The suggestion of Bella already being 'eaten' draws a little, light-hearted laugh from Felicity, and though Layma jumped on the opportunity to tease about the human's fate before she did, the big catgirl cannot quite let it pass entirely "Ahh, Lil' Belle...I bet she ain't ate, but she DOES look quite tasty, eh? Why, toss a lil' garnish in her hair and an apple in her mouth, boom...got yerself a full meal in that one." Teasing of eating others was commonplace for the big catgirl, especially when she got plenty of drink in her. Of course, she rarely actually followed up her teasing with action until the point she got completely sloshed, which tended to be the 'danger zone'. Thankfully enough, she controlled herself for the most part, and sidestepped that line of 'appropriately buzzed' rather efficiently.<br/><br/>The sudden meaty smack of a fist against a face INSTANTLY draws Felicity's attention, and in the span of a few seconds she's stagged to her feet and leaned up to peer over the crowd - a surprisingly easy feat given she was close to eight feet tall "Ooo, it's Megha and Kofi, goin' at it. Ohh, the poor fella...Megha's got a nasty hook, an' she likes her meat a lil' softened up wit--" Hardly had she managed to say the words before the shriek, and the susequent lifting of the smaller human pretty well told the rest of the story "Hah...welp. There goes Kofi. Megha ain't one to go coughin' up food once it's down..." Seemingly a little dissapointed she'd not gotten to see more of a brawl before the eventual devouring, Felicity returns to her seat, settling herself down with a little sigh "Ahh, why I love this place. Ohhhhh, Bella! HAH! Was jus' talking about you." The offered peck of the cheek is met with one in return, though there is a distinct bit more 'tongue' pressed against Bella's cheek. A tease. Most likely. After all, the catgirl tended to be rather good about not frightening off those she did good business with "How ya doin' love? Aaahhh, yah, had a bit o' a run a bad luck, see? Ahh well, startin' from scratch ain't so bad. Specially if you scratch hard enough. An' yeah, this 'ere is Vormitraax. He's a ah...yah, Knight." She nods at the appropriate description, eyeing the little pile of coins she'd upended on the table as Bella got comfortable.<br/><br/>Finally reaching across to scoop up a few, she places them near her mug where the barmaid would know she was looking for another refill on drink.<br/><br/>So preoccupied is she with flagging down the barmaid, it's not until Bella makes the rather bold claim of 'a hundred and fifty thousand' that Felicity's eyes - wide in shock - turn back to Bella "WHAAAAAT?!?!!?" She cries at the top of her lungs, jumping to her feet so fast she bounces the table quite roughly. There is a moment where all eyes in the tavern turned from Megha's success to Felicity, fully intending to see a repeat of what they'd just watched. It was not uncommon, and Felicity had a...'reputation' was a good way to put it. Needless to say, when someone is not INSTANTLY tossed between her jaws, interest is lost.<br/><br/>Dropping her voice to a barely audible whisper, she leans closer "That....that's some serious coin. Ya' not bluffin' girl? Tis a cruel joke if y'are...that is...COINAGE! Whazzis spear? Whazzi-" Shaking her head to clear the little tingle of alcohol impairing her speech, she continues "Whaz this spear, anyway? We lookin' to bloody rob someone, or does ya know where it is?" Seemingly excited at the prospect of robbing someone of something so precious and valueable, Felicity's tail begins to flick back and forth behind her in massive sweeps, her eyes glittering with fire "I'd tapdance on the king's own forehead for that kinda money. An' I can't tapdance, girl."