[Almost two whole years of precious lurker status finally broken by an irresistible scenario.]<br/><br/>Linda considered herself quite lucky to catch a performance by one of the local harpies on her way back out of Droaam. Life abroad had changed her habits somewhat, causing her to physically sit in a chair with her deep green tail coiled under the table to reduce her floorspace footprint as proved to be quite the necessity for those of her serpentine build outside of Droaam due to the lesser acceptance of monstrous humanoids. The pale skinned lamia herself wore a nicely kept dark robe that nearly reached the ground, tripping is hardly a concern when one slithers instead of steps after all. With an open front to allow it to be easily donned and removed, though it remained modestly closed by a loosely tied sash at the moment. Blonde hair remains out of the way thanks to a simple ponytail. Almost as if they were fixtures of the room, a pair of armored figures sit to either side of her. Both watching in silence as Linda casually rested her arms on the table while enjoying the song.<br/><br/>[If there's an on site roller I don't know of it so I just rolled an off site die for the checks since my physical ones weren't on hand.]<br/>[Perception rolled 17+8=25 Passed]<br/><br/>The covert theft of the necklace made her chuckle slightly but the real treat of the evening thus far came slightly after. As the harpy began to eat the elf Linda's hand reflexively starts to rub her own stomach as it lets out a jealous growl. It hadn't been on her mind before, but now she could really go for a 'snack' but grabbing another customer to take the edge off would probably be frowned upon. Leaving her with nothing to do but watch the harpy with hungry eyes as she flaunts her stuffed form all the way back to the stage. Though with the way her eyes dart between ass and belly she may suddenly have more than one hunger going unsated now. She even squirms in her seat as the harpy struggles back onto the stage. The sights leave her lost in thoughts until the roaring applause jerks her back to reality.<br/><br/>The armored figures show their first reaction of the evening as the serving girl brushes Linda's shoulder while the lamia herself is has her mouth halfway opened to swallow the poor girl before she catches herself and snaps it shut. An invitation to the private dressing room of two feminine sounding people? No way she was about to refuse such a thing in her current state of mind. "Go ahead and tell them I'll be right there if they're expecting word first."<br/><br/>[If untrained rolls are allowed here, Knowledge rolled 11+5=16. With a potential extra +5 resulting in 21 because of being a Droaam native. Likely a pass even with some untrained penalty.]<br/><br/>Linda supports herself against the table as she uncoils from beneath it. After straitening herself out she follows the serving girl toward the dressing room with the silent figures a few feet behind.<br/><br/>[EDIT: Skin color change from pale to dark. Less cliche for the necromancer bit and better fitting with the racial background.]<br/>[EDIT2: Nevermind.]