<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/TcyN8Ce.png)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/nZuptb0.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/ZgZ4btl.jpg?1)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/7XEKHzj.jpg)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/c5xqVQw.png)</div><br/>As Valna approached the stage the orcish bard started to shift the mood of her set. Going from lewd and crude to something a bit more sensual (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=teCcc7q9Hlg). It was then that she showed off the true extent of her bardic magic, for each pluck of her strings produced the sound of a completely different instrument: violin, piano, even horns. Combined with her surprisingly speedy fingers she was able to recreate the sound of an entire band all on her own, and added to it was a beautiful voice one would normally never expect to hear from an orc.<br/><br/>"....~Fireworks to light up your night sky<br/>In a flash, li~~fe and love can go awry<br/>Let me take you hi~~gher, fulfill your desi~~res...!~"<br/><br/><br/>From around her smoke began to rise, pouring off the stage and into the crowd. With each strum the smoke twirled and twisted, forming into increasingly distinct shapes. Eventually they took the form of beautiful dancers. They were wispy and ephemeral, yet so detailed and defined, as if sculpted from cloud and marble. The dancers weaved their way through the crowd, using their alluring forms to tempt people to dance with them. Valna herself would quickly find herself flanked on both sides by a pair of these ghostly dancers, one male and one female (how did they know?). Pale hands caressed down her arms, feeling strangely solid yet not at the same time. It felt like if she squeezed onto them they would hold firm in her hands, but at the same time if she blew on them they would blow away like a cloud of smoke. They urged the thief to dance with them, starting off slow and playful at first, but steadily growing more intimate in their attempts to grind their bodies together.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The beautiful bee girl smirked as Juro approached her without hesitation, the druid getting a sense that this was a refreshing experience for her, "Waiting for someone? Yes...though not anyone specific..." she cooed. Her accent was foreign and heavy, though not unpleasant, however there was a certain...<em>quirk</em>, to the way she spoke. There was a noticeable pause before each sentence, as if she was carefully considering what she was going to say, or perhaps<em>how</em>she was going to say it<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spout Lore 7-9</div><div class="spoiler_body">The sect mostly hail from great underground hive cities, with their own culture and language. It seems likely that this woman hails from one such city, and probably hasn't had a lot of experience speaking with foreigners.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spout Lore 10+</div><div class="spoiler_body">The sect don't just have their own language, they have their own unique forms of communication that are incompatible with other races. The release of pheromones, the subtle twitch of antennae, and even straight up telepathy are all forms of nonverbal communication the sect incorporate into their overall language. She's not just unused to speaking your language, she's likely unused to talking at all. </div></div>. crossing one jet black leg over the other and giving him a small nod of permission to join her. She gave the bunny man a quick once over, eyes lingering on his long ears, as was so often the case, "Cute" she said with a small but earnest smile.<br/><br/>Remembering his mention of the pipe, the girl would take another deep draw from it before taking a moment to twirl it between her fingers, "You wish to partake?" she asked, passing the pipe between each of her four hands like a baton before finally holding it out to him, "Are you sure? This is Queen's Tarr..." she questioned, sounding like a warning, though there was a hint of challenge there as well.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spout Lore 7-9</div><div class="spoiler_body">The chief export of the sect's hive cities is the special Hive Honey that only they are able to cultivate. It is prized not just for it's quality as a foodstuff, but the sheer versatility in it's alchemic applications. With the right treatment and processing Hive Honey can be turned into all manner of things: food ingredients, preservatives, curatives, potion additives, and several varieties of alcohol and drugs, among other things. Tarr is one such drug, created from highly refined Hive Honey, and is considered one of the most potent drugs in the world, especially for non-sect, boasting hallucinogenic effects in high enough doses.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spout Lore 10+</div><div class="spoiler_body">While there are several different grades of Tarr, the sect girl specifically mentioned it was Queen's Tarr. It is the highest grade available, made from a special kind of Hive Honey; the same kind that citizens of the hive cities ingest to develop their telepathic link to each other (also known as the Hive Mind). In addition to it's normal effects, smoking this kind of Tarr will temporarily open one's mind, granting them a telepathic link to others who have ingested the royal honey. Needless to say to be in possession of such a rare drug, and willing to casually share it with someone she's just meet, this woman is probably someone special, or highly wealthy at the very least. </div></div><br/><hr/><br/>The bird faced woman tilted her head quizzically as Katra went on about the blackness of death, and something about secrets and hidden knowledge. When she was finally given the nudge to speak, her response was simple...<br/><br/>"What?"<br/><br/>Though Katra could not see the girl's face, the tone of her voice and her body language spoke to sheer and utter confusion. It was the kind of befuddlement that simply could not be faked. It was the purest, rawest<strong><em>"what?"</em></strong>Katra had ever heard in her life. If this woman really was some kind of eyeball eating cultist trying to play dumb, then she was the greatest actress to have ever lived, for all the signs said that she well and truly had no idea what the fuck Katra was talking about.<br/><br/>"You know I was gonna ask if you were buyin', but it looks like you haven't come down from your first dose yet"