<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c0/85/a6/c085a6818614467e4e2a1f5d5b03105e.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Ottava Harp (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=282404.0)<br/><strong> Alias</strong>Lyric<br/><strong> Location</strong>Main room<br/><strong>Time</strong>Evening, Day 3<br/><strong>Wearing</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">fan dance</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSTVcvZytQEWJL135uTrOwwO67sRzSkVVPjbpOu1vmmZQnroZnA)</div></div><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Tyger<br/><hr/><br/>It was now well into the evening an everything was going swimmingly, Ottava had enjoyed her "chat" with Alice and was now getting back to what she did best seeing to the needs of her patrons. The female changed into a completely see through shift style dress that had a web of very fine golden thread running through it. She also grabbed two very large jabberwocky feathers given to her by her dear Alice long ago, slipping on her fuck me golden heels, Ottava became Lyric, slipping into her work persona like slipping on a glove.<br/><br/>Striding onto the brothel main floor she held her feathers around her as she walked she would occasionally move them in a way that would flash small sections of skin. Lyric glanced at tables to make sure the the patrons were being seen to before moving onwards towards her usual spot. A golden chair that sat on a small raised daias in one corner, however before she could reach the chair a tall stranger appeared in her brothel, glancing over him she tilted her head clearly the man was looking for something but what?<br/><br/>It was the fact that his hand was hovering over a blade at his waist that concerned Lyric the most. Slipping effortlessly forward and sweeping elegantly up to the stranger she appraised him. The golden haired female liked what she saw and let her eyes roamed his form but her voice was purely professional as she sought answers to what the new comers wanted.<br/><br/>"There is no need for violence here unless you request it dear patron, you are new to our rooms come, sit wikth me" turning Lyric glided to a nearby booth and folding her feathers she placed them on the round table before slipping into the sofa type seat and patting the empty space beside her.<br/>