<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Rinne</span></strong><br/>As the woman entered, most of the waitresses looked her way.  Kira gave a smirk along with Lyari, thankful that they weren't the only females in the bar finally.  None of them moved to take her order or assist her in any way.  It was one of the rules set out by Lyari.  Females are initially served by males, males by females.  If the patron mentioned they wanted a different gender, it would be provided, but until they knew differently it was best to assume the norm was in play.  Thus all Rinne received was a nod of acknowledgement from the staff until her waiter arrived.<br/><br/><hr/><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>There wasn't much hope of Erica deciphering Jiroph's body language, if indeed he was sending any kind of signals.  She was raised to understand that anything said or intoned subtly was something worth forgetting.  If someone wanted something, they would be blunt; whether vocally or bodily.  The elf trailed off on a question, then moved his sword and made a gesture to show off his garments.  The redhead tilted her gaze inquisitively, much like a curious wolf cub.  It was obvious she didn't know what the man was hinting at.<br/><br/>"Y-yes.. rough.. around the edges. Like a table that's been used for mating one too many times."  She smiled, proud of the simile she'd used.  Erica was never much one for metaphors or anything more philosophical than watching a sunset.  She rocked on her heels with the tray at her back.  "Sooooo.. You need anything else, or..?"  He'd already said that he didn't require any physical needs met until he was done with dinner, so she didn't want to make him uncomfortable by getting cozy.  Erica was locked awkwardly in a position between seeing to other customers or staying to chat with the elf, something which he only seemed to be doing with very few words.  It was a position that required patience.  And that was something Erica only had if she was pinned down.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Damon</span></strong><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/316/0/9/chariss_by_jennyverse-d865odh.jpg)</div>Heavy breaths accompanied the man's words.  If Chariss were more dainty of a lady, she would have a fan out to cool her blushing face.  Instead, the girl bit one of those puffy lips and gave a light coo for Damon.  He was blunt and to the point, something she appreciated.  Lyari was more suited to beating around the bush.  The half-elf enjoyed wordplay and building the moment with innuendo.  Chariss was much more of a 'here it is, take it' kind of girl.  She leaned in to nuzzle the man's neck, more out of trying to hide her embarrassment from his words than affection.  But once there, she indulged in his scent and tight, muscled flesh.<br/><br/>"You speak with such a barbaric tongue. It's like you know just what a dwarf girl wants to hear."  She pinched his skin with her teeth, pulling at him to suck and lick seductively.  He was delicious!  Charis found herself holding Damon's face in a small hand and sucking at his neck hungrily, wishing it were a completely different part of his body.<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>The demon's words were nearly lost on her.  Kira was swimming in a sea of euphoria usually held for the peak of sex.  She batted her eyelids in an attempt to regain some hint of reality.  "Ehmmm? F-fight?"  The word was like music to her.  Like 'mining' to a dwarf or.. what do elves do? Sing and dance?  Kira grinned slowly, letting the man think she was still completely under his spell a moment longer.  In her head, she was plotting her next move.  If it was a fight he wanted, it was a fight he would receive.<br/><br/>Her grip on his hair suddenly became painfully tight.  Kira yanked him away, forcing him to sit up straight back in his chair.  She brushed his hands aside with her free arm, breaking the hold he had on her mind.  "I usually reserve my strength for mating, but if you insist."  The girl bent over the demon's torso.  She opened her wide maw and bit down into his neck.  Her small tusks nearly broke skin, but held back.  Kira sucked and licked at the man, showing him just what kind of fight he would be in for.