<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Jiroph</span></strong><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/316/5/b/erica_by_jennyverse-d865odm.jpg)</div>Erica's eyes widened as she saw Jiroph leap from his chair, sword in hand.  Any normal girl would have fallen and cowered under the table to let the warrior deal with whatever he'd seen.  Erica was another story.  She jumped and spun, crouching in the chair she'd sat in.  One hand held the back of the chair while the other deftly snatched Jiroph's dinner knife from the table.  She snarled at what he'd seen until she realized<br/><br/>Erica gave him a look of worry.  She wanted more than anything to please the tough elf, but knew it was against Lyari's rules to do so until things were quiet.  "I'm sorry, Jiroph. I can get you a room, but we can't.. you know.. until other waitresses aren't performing. It's against Tavern policy. I want to, you understand. Gods do I want to! Just hold back for a bit, okay?"  She stood and stepped over to him, rubbing one of his knees seductively.  "But we can always play around in here for now if you like. It that okay?"  She smiled hopefully at him.<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Adon</span></strong><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/320/3/9/kira_by_jennyverse-d86p93e.jpg)</div>She could barely here the words her customer was speaking, much less anyone else.  Kira gave in just a little, wanting to sate at least a portion of her enormous appetite.  She moaned lightly over the demon's finger, sucking on it and rolling her tongue around him like it was a sweet candied stick.  She jerked when she felt him come in from beneath, and glared at him.  Her mouth didn't come away, however.  The woman simply squeezed her muscled thighs together, indulging the tiniest bit in his touch as she continued to fellate his digit.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Blade</span></strong><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/292/a/8/lyari_by_jennyverse-d83i3u5.jpg)</div>Lyari beamed that distinctive smile as the man turned and spoke.  His voice was like a rolling thundercloud in the distance; powerful but restrained in a very seductive cadence.  "Well me, Wets-his-blade. I think you'll find all the rumors more than true. We offer food, drink, and other more provocative services, should your needs desire such carnal affairs."  She winked at him, licking her lips to punctuate her words.  The half elf found her eyes falling to the man's neck and arms, wondering what his skin would feel like with her naked body pressed against it.<br/><br/>"Why thank you, sir! I pride myself on both my apt bar-naming skills and physical appeal. A girl works hard to keep her form, you understand."  She tilted her head in thought.  "Forgive me for saying, but you must have had an interesting upbringing. Your speak of your work as though you were a mercenary or bounty hunter, but you speak in the way of a much more educated man. I've met precious few hired swords that have your articulation. You tell me I'm wrong and the next round is on me."  She planted her palms on the counter, hanging her head in a stare that gave her the appearance of a cat ready to pounce.  Lyari was almost never wrong about her judge of character.