Awaiting a response that would never come Xarces looks on appreciatively at the petite elven body before him. He silently admiring her mannerisms, the way in which she moved. Though his vision would soon be blocked by the motion of scale and skin. Euanthane seemingly had not learned her lesson from the last girl mere moments ago, and was rushing up to get a hold of none other then the landlady of this fine establishment. Xarces'  near trance-like concentration is broken as though he is intrigued by this elven cutie, his attraction to the naga was certainly stronger. As such he looks to ensure that no guards where rushing to their bosses aid, he half expecting to have to talk her way out of yet another altercation. (This naga is going to be the death of me.....) he thinks with a soft chuckle as his mind would twist that very thought into something much more enjoyable, imagining his body slowly melting away within that long lengthy tail of hers rather then him being slain in an attempt to fend off a mob of angry guards as she indulges herself in every attractive girl they met......which seemed to be a more likely cause of his death if this was to become a pattern.<br/><br/>When no guards stepped forward to stop her, the hidden feline behind the curtain did not spring forth to slay her, Xarces breathes a sigh of relief, allowing his own guard to drop once more. His eyes meeting Euanthane's as she would likely see the tension in his expression as it had not fully faded. Though this was nothing compared to the manner in which his jaw soon drops when he sees her lean the elf forward, sees the naga press her lips against hers. Xarces' breathe catches in his lungs, his heart leaps in his chest, as not only was this image very arousing, but it would also invoke jealousy within his heart. As he watches, his eyes switching between each pair of lips, he would regret that neither one had yet touched his. His blood pumping faster as he watches the two, biting at his lips as he debate as to which woman he would rather kiss. As his desire to please, each in turn clashes within his heart Xarces would simply croon softly. Running his hand over his toned and muscular figure, slipping over his chest, abs, and waistline to dip along side the outline of a prominent bulge that was hastily forming within his pants. His tongue lightly playing along his salacious lips, cyan eyes piercing ahead, looking to capture and dominate the gaze of either or both females, as he would work his own seductive charms, in a less obvious fashion then his companion. As Instead of going to them, Xarces would often drive a potential female mad with lust and desire, to the point that they would beg for his touch, beg for his affection. Xarces knew there was power in such things, and as the kiss breaks he maintains his seductive stance, looking over each Euanthane, and the madame, with lustful intent, though the moment his eyes would meet theirs, he simply flits them away, not enabling them to get what they desire, not allowing them to weaken his stance as his heart races so fast within his chest. Xarces knew that in the presence of such company, company which had already begun to plant seeds within his heart, that should he allow his eyes to lock, his weakness would surely show as he knew it would be impossible for him to deny either of them should they make a move on him.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/123696">Seduction</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8+2</span><span style="font-weight: bold">8</span><br/><br/>This act would be made all the more difficult as madame widow begins to speak of something he had not expected, out of all the topics in the world she just had to choose that which would have an affect on him, what it might be like to be prey. Her words speaking to his deepest desires, as though he could play along, and often come out on top in the normal games of attraction and seduction, his preyish yearnings where something he had little control over. As such he cannot help but fidget, squirm, and blush with each and every delightful word she utters. He knowing all too well of the feelings she speaks, knowing them and many more which he would leave unspoken as they flutter around his head. Though he knew the madame was looking at him, was watching him intently, he could not fathom why. He merely blushing softly, as he averts his gaze, darting down with the intent of staring at the ground. A bashful maneuver, but one that often kept his mind off the object of his desire......yet this time, his eyes would find bare and alluring flesh of the madame's trim tummy, a soft gasp escapes his lips as he flits them away quickly. Only to land on the serpentine body of Euanthane. Xarces' knees feeling weak in that moment,  as he whimpers with want, whimpers with need, his once confident, and demanding stance, shattering in an instant as he becomes little more then a quivering meal, begging to be shown his place within the tight embrace of a wet, hot, and ravenous stomach. (Get ahold of yourself!!!) a voice screams in his mind, as Xarces would be forced to bite down hard on his lip in order to pull his eyes away from those shifting coils. He nodding meekly as the madame asks them to follow her. Breathing deep as he slowly begins to regain his confidence and composure. His steps bringing him past the veil, into familiar territory, into the hall of pleasure, and pleasure in all of it's forms was something Xarces took great pride in.