<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/TcyN8Ce.png)<br/></div><br/>When Valna reached out to catch the hand of the wispy dancer her hand would pass right through them. It seemed she'd be unable to physically stop them if they did not wish to be touched. However despite that the dancers would steer clear of her coin purse as they continued to sway and grind against her, though though they didn't seem to think any other part of her was off limits. The bard herself didn't skip a beat as she continued to sing, so it didn't seem like she was listening to Valna through the dancers, or if she was she was putting on a good poker face. If she truly wished to call out the orc she would probably have to do it face to face.<br/><br/>She wouldn't have to wait too long however, as it seemed this was the final song of her set, reaching a crescendo as the dancers were all blown away by a conjured breeze, briefly swirling together into one large dancer floating above the crowd, before that too faded away with a bow, leaving only the lingering sensation of their hands across Valna's body, "Thank you my lovelies! That's my time for tonight." the orc cooed with a deep bow, taking a moment to soak in the applause. As she stepped down from the stage, a man in a tailored suit, presumably the master of ceremonies, took her place "Stick around folks, next up with have the Marvelous Mysterion, the Mind Melding Magical Magician" he announced.<br/><br/>A few minutes later Valna would notice the orcish bard had weaved her way into the crowd, too tall to stay hidden, graciously receiving compliments from listeners. However these exchanges were brief, and she was clearly making a bee line for a mature, beautiful (and pretty rich looking) tiefling woman (https://i.imgur.com/NPPMq1R.jpg). Perhaps she had found her coin purse to be particularly plump, almost as plump as the older woman's curves. Even from across the crowd Valna could see how fast and heavy the orc woman started laying on the flirtatious charm, and given the tiefling's reactions it probably wouldn't be long before they slipped away and Valna's opportunity to cut in would be lost.<br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/7XEKHzj.jpg)</div><br/>She gave a slight tilt of her head at Juro's terse response to her compliment, correcting her notion that his ears were cute. He would see her eyes glance up at them a few times, as if trying to verify his claim, but she seemed to draw the same conclusion each time, "still cute" she cooed. While Juro may have been expecting some kind of challenge for his compliment, the sect girl actually smiled warmly at being called cute, "Really? You think so?" she asked earnestly, her antennae and wings giving a few pleased twitches. It would seem, strange as it was, that some people actually liked being called cute. Yet another bit of culture shock for the badlands bunny.<br/><br/>The girl gave an understanding nod as Juro took his seat and accepted the pipe. The taste of the smoke was incredibly sweet, almost cloyingly so, though it was cut somewhat by the smooth smokiness. And it was quite smooth indeed, the smoke almost seemed to have a silky richness to it, allowing him to swallow it down with ease, pouring deep into his lungs and warming his insides without clinging to his throat. And that warm sweetness quickly started to work it's way up to his head, a wave of gooey euphoria pouring over him as though his brain was being coated in honey. It was both stimulating and soothing, relaxing his body while opening his mind. The sect watched with unblinking fascination as he took in a deep draw and held it in without any trouble. Clearly she hadn't expected Juro to take it so well, hinting that for as nice as the hit had felt, his reaction to it probably would have been much more intense had he not been undead.<br/><br/><em>"Amazing! I hadn't expected a skyroofer to handle Tarr so well!"</em>He heard her say. Well...actually he didn't quite<em>hear</em>her say it, it was almost like her<em>felt</em>her words directly in his head, passing the ear entirely. In fact, he hadn't seen her lips move at all either,<em>"How does it feel skyroofer? Good stuff is it not? Does it perhaps tingle those adorable ears of yours?"</em>she asked, her accent suddenly more subtle and her cadence much more smooth, no longer pausing between each sentence.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/c5xqVQw.png)</div><br/>Correction, the girl's previous query had been the<em>second</em>purest, rawest "what?" Katra had ever heard, the first being:<br/><br/>"What!?"<br/><br/>She repeated, her plague mask somehow managing to convey a look of pure confusion, "The fuck are you talking about? Crows? It's just a mask lady" she said. She would have started stepping back from Katra, had she not already been leaning up against the corner.<br/><br/>"Look if you're not gonna buy something can you please skip off? I don't need some weirdo ranting about dying and scaring off my customers..." she asked with a heavy sigh. The whole point of dealing out of the casino was there weren't supposed to be Tarred up junkies stumbling about. So much for the easy post.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/8C5NFRf.jpg)</div><br/>The meticulously polished bar top allowed Peaches to get a nice smooth slide on her landing, leaving a faint trail of dust along the surface in her wake, "Right away miss" the bartender said as the fairy gave her order, "pfft, a glass of brandy, really?" a boisterous voice chuckled from nearby. Very nearby in fact, as Peaches would only have to give a quick swivel before finding herself faced with a towering hulk of a woman, big enough to tower over not just Peaches (as that was a given), but all the regular sized people around too. She had long blonde hair and skin bronzed by the sun. Her outfit was about as scant as they come, showing off every curve and muscle (https://i.imgur.com/xONL3Mr.jpg), all of them huge. She was currently double fisting her meal, a big ol' ham leg in one hand, and a tall, frothy mug of ale in the other.<br/><br/>"Don't ya think a thimble would be a more appropriate serving such a pretty little butterfly?" the woman asked casually slamming down her ale next to her, the mug itself taller than Peaches was, "or maybe ya just wanted the glass to splash around in? You're free to take a dip in my mug if ya want." she teased.