<div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/316/0/9/chariss_by_jennyverse-d865odh.jpg)</div>Chariss nodded and gave a wry smile.  She knew what the handsome man meant, but decided to poke some fun anyway.  "This is true, I could definitely fill your quota of sweet for a night. Though sturdy is something any good dwarf has in spades if he or she is any kind of stonedweller worth their salt."  She poured another pint as she spoke, then slid it down the bar to a thin man with his hand raised.  Chariss wiped her small fingers on a rag at her waste to remove the wetness of the beverage.  "What's it say about me if I can't hold my own in the bedchamber? I may not be as big as Kira over there, but I can take that sack of platinum off your hands just as easily."  The girl suddenly looked ashen and blinked a few times.  She turned and scurried away to fill more mugs.<br/><br/>Returning to the man, the short woman smiled at him pleasantly.  She set a plate of stewed turnips before him, steaming and beautifully spiced.  "I'm.. er, I'm sorry. My mouth got away from me there. I'm not.. see, I'm not used to getting propositions like the other girls. Everyone wants a tall, thin-waisted piece of meat like Lyari or Erica."  She blushed again and turned away, wiping the counter idly with her cloth.<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/320/3/9/kira_by_jennyverse-d86p93e.jpg)</div>Kira gave her signature crooked grin and picked up the coins from the table.  She shook her head slowly, flipping one of the pieces in the air.  Her large hand caught it with a firm swipe.  "You've given plenty for your drink, darkness. As far as company, it's donations only. We aren't prostitutes, you know. We provide entertainment at no extra charge, but welcome anything extra you might wish to give."  The orc turned on her heel and strode off towards the counter, her backside seductively rolling with her hips just for her patron.<br/><br/>She slunk back towards him, two mugs on her tray.  Her body moved with the grace of a much thinner woman, as if her sinew was only loosely hung from her skeleton like meat on hooks.  Looking around, she nodded.  There weren't too many people in the bar, so she had a seat across from the man.  She put one mug in front of him, then took a long pull from the other.  Kira was nothing if not restful, especially during work.  "Now I've given you my name, traveler. What may be yours? And what's the story behind that beautifully sinister tattoo there? I smell a bit of the ethereal in it, and you."  She smiled again, her eyes flashing.  The woman sat back in the chair and to one side.  her legs lifted to prop on a table nearby, displaying both her ample bust in its confining top and the long, green muscle of her legs beneath the black fishnet stockings.