<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c0/10/ae/c010aeb499981e4dba166ff23644f775.jpg)</div><strong>Senna Neisse</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303931.msg14838348#msg14838348)<br/><strong><strong>Setting:</strong></strong>Lansite, Planet Cordovia<br/><strong><strong>Location:</strong></strong>Wellspring Tavern<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Thea, Curra, Rosa, Syndra, everyone.<br/><strong>HP:</strong>8/8<strong> STAM:</strong>6/6<strong>RES:</strong>4/4<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>Senna lifted one corner of her skirt, ignoring a wolfish whistle from behind as she did a little curtsy. "Please to meet a fan! Yes, I'm a singer, although I'm a fair hand at a squeezebox as well." She gave a  glance up at Curra as she was pointed out, the corner of her lips turned upward. "I don't know, I've never let her play with my squeezebox." Then back to Rosa, the smirk having turned into a full smile. "She'll more than cover your need for a strong arm and sword." She reached put and brushed her hand along one of Curra's well-muscled thighs, as if to emphasize or advertise the woman's physicality. "I've...<em>less</em>practice with a blade, I admit, but I have other tools... at..."<br/><br/>She was distracted by the crimson hands and pyrotechnic display that Syndra put out there. The halfling's big eyes seemed to get bigger, her lips pursed into a silent "oooooh." When the show was over, she even clapped. "That was impressive!" She leaned forward a bit, to try to peer up into the cloak's cowl and see Syndra's face.<br/><br/>Then it was back to Rosa. "Oh. Ahem, as I was saying, I have other tools." She smoothed her hands over her silky garments in a dignified manner. "A gift for gab, my dad called it. And I suppose, if it comes down to it, it wouldn't be the<em>first</em>time I've had to use a knife." she smiled again, this time up at Curra. "Plus you know, a businesswoman has to handle booking,s contracts, fees, you know, managerial things. I really should hire someone for that, but, ah, if I could afford that I wouldn't be singing in places like this!" Musician, diplomat, bookkeeper, maybe an assassin in the dark, what's not to love?<br/><br/>And finally, to the others gathered at the table, she offered another thigh-flashing curtsey. "Senna Neisse," she met each set of eyes in turn "And it's a pleasure to meet you all." She was still stealing curious glances in Syndra's direction, though. And petting Curra's leg. Having such a sturdy pillar nearby was rather comforting for the small woman.