Only a roaring fire and sparse candles overhead lit the evening as the smell of roast and ale permeated the room.  The warmth was always a welcome feel to those entering from the dreary streets.  The tavern was full, as is per usual.  Though the folks that regularly patronized the Busty Wench weren't generally there to get drunk and cause problems.  They enjoyed the floor show; the always impromptu, but nightly, floor show.<br/><br/>Lyari swept out through a small kitchen exit just on the opposite side of the bar.  She pushed a lock of red curls from her face and turned her head back.<strong>"It's the last time I'm warning you, love! No girls in the kitchen unless they're running with food or drink on their trays!</strong>The half-elven girl, short for a true elf but tall for a young waman, turned to look over the crowd for the night.  She smiled, her full, red lips stretching across an exquisite face.  Lyari was just about to grab a tray and start taking orders when her eye caught a most unusual, but very agreeable, newcomer.<br/><br/><strong>"Hel-lo there,"</strong>she mumbled to herself.  Her hips swayed as she strode up to the handsome, brown-skinned snake man.  The girl's eyes drank him in; tall and lean with muscular bulges in all the right places, four horns adorning his head that begged to be gripped, long, dark brown locks running down his back, and a pair of deep, dark eyes a girl could lose herself in.  The face that he was completely naked was just icing on the cake.<br/><br/><strong>"Good evening, sir, and welcome to the Busty Wench Tavern! We have a succulent roast pork ready for the plate, unless your tastes are for something more.. tender."</strong>Lyari's eyes flashed a brilliant green as she tilted her head and grinned.