[[ Just a short little post, will do more when my turn actually rolls around of course ^_^ ]]<br/><br/>Celrie is thankful to have Alexis tucked safely away within the train once more. Not only because of the obvious reason, in that she would no longer have to worry about the wolfess getting caught in the crossfire. But there was also the fact that Celrie's distraction would have no doubt been even more effective on Alexis than it would on any enemy. Why she practically giggled to herself just thinking of how Alexis would have reacted to her sensual display.<br/><br/>Celrie is equally pleased to see that she has captured the attention of the opposition. Almost all eyes where on her, and this was a situation she was quite fond of. Even before their desires are vocalized, Celrie can see the signs of lust building within them. The elf catering her movements to the whims of the audiance, gyrating her hips in slow, sensual wiggles. Angling her pert rump to best accentuate her curves, allowing the gunners in the back to drink deeply of her image, their imaginations to run wild with what delights awaited their gaze, just on the other side of the thin, silky fabric that ran between her glorious cheeks, and clung tightly to her womanhood in a manner that left very little to the imagination. Monitoring their reactions, Celrie would allow them to get just enough of a look, before a swish of her arm would send the freely flowing fabric of her attire cascading over her delicious rear. The silken fabric rippling over her smooth milky skin, fluttering in the frigid breeze, flirtatiously denying what they sought, teasing and wetting their appetite to keep them wanting more.<br/><br/>The primary target of her presentation was eating it up, clambering to get a better view, so wrapped up in her assets was he that she had little doubt of his inability to pull the trigger. To Celrie's dismay however, it would seem as if the female of the bunch was the jealous type... why that was no fun...The elf would not let this get her down however, instead shifting her attention to the nearby group of rangers. Her ears bobbing happily to what the female coon of that bunch had to say, her heart racing, blood pumping warm within her chest, as the position of her rifle butt, and the blown kiss from the skunkette next to her, only served to fuel her own arousal. Celrie always loved it when she could play off the crowd, loved those onlookers who responded the most expressively to her body's motions, even those who took matters into their own hands as it where, rewarding her performance, with a bit of a show all their own. Oh she wagered she could have some fun with those two, despite the party pooper who appeared to accompany them. Yet even his words would not dash her spirit, Celrie instead casting her eyes on him for but a moment, while running the tip of her salacious little tongue across her luscious lips, silently presenting the argument that elven tongues could perform wonders too.<br/><br/>While she loved the reactions from the enemy, the one that made her temperature rise most prominently was the reaction of Arcea. The catgirl was closest and would thus have the best view, the moment Celrie realizes her eyes are upon her, the elf's hips sway with even more enthusiasm. That is at least until the powerful swat of that, furry tail bats across her backside, causing the elf to eep cutely, before giggling and blushing ever so slightly. "It does sound inviting though doesn't it....Oh, I've a feeling that you and I shall find many a warm place...on our kitty-ventures." Celrie murmurs the moment she's regained her composure. Giving one final little sway of her hips, culminating in a firm grab of her own rump, the fingers of her hand sinking just enough into the flesh, before meeting resistance, displaying to those looking with enough interest the firm, yet softness of her rear, a perfect combination if ever there was one.