<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/12/%5ED6F804FDD53294B20C8DF20D4A07357975F8DBD94D5B03B795%5Epimgpsh_fullsize_distr.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Elana Dane<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Common Room,<em>The Lady's Blessing</em><br/><br/><strong>Tag:</strong>General<br/><br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Elana Dane was having a grand time.<br/><br/>The russet haired elfmaid had foregone her usual snug leathers for a dress only a few shades of brown softer than her hair.  It was an off the shoulder number, held up primarily by the built in corset, with a scooped neck.  It displayed her otherwise unimpressive cleavage quite adventitiously.  Her combat gear was all stashed in her magic bag and quiver, both of which rested at her feet.<br/><br/>Since she caught on to the attention they were being paid, Elana had playfully dandled a waitress on her knee.  Noting the looks some of the crewmen were throwing--a charming mingling of arousal and jealousy--Elana hadn't missed an opportunity to pull a waitress into her lap, tuck a few copper coins into her cleavage, or coil the other girl's hair around her fingers.<br/><br/>Dusty pink lips pouted a little bit at Marcus's comment, but she unwound her fingers from a tall human girl's barely blond tresses and commented, "Marcus is right, my sweet.  I need to stop monopolizing your attention."  She gave the willowy, buxom barmaid a kiss on the corner of the lips and tucked seven silver coins into her cleavage.  "Go buy those sailors a round on me.  And none of the watered swill, those are veterans.  A good stout for each of them!"