<span class="bbc_u"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Barra</span></strong></span><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><br/>The scent of blood mixed with various other odors, some Barra didn’t even want to think about. <br/>She slipped from the chair in the back, as the some group at another table began singing some song, loud and off key. Moving with a fluid grace and trying to ignore the hands that seemed to find their way to her bottom, she moved toward the bar where the monkey like being sat.<br/><br/>She knew she cut a very interesting image in a place like this; her bikini was made from the finest Imperial silk and was almost translucent, her corset top was also made from the same silk as well as the finest leather. The slippers on her feet were custom made of silk and leather. Her movements spoke of allure and sensuality but also of a bit of danger.<br/>The only out place things were the miss-matched daggers one strapped to each shapely grey skinned thigh.<br/><br/>Now most of the males would holler and drool as she moved past. The one that tried more she simply pushed back into his seat and before he even could say a word, the dagger from her right thigh as in her hand and the blade’s point an inch from his nose.<br/><br/>The fuzz ball had been eyeing her up and down since she had come in but it…err she matched the description of a captain she wanted to talk too.<br/><br/><br/>So finally standing by the Cobaltain [cobolter? Coblater?], in a smooth alto voice she said,<br/><br/><em>“Are you Captain Maroon Grey Eye of the Goshawk?”</em><br/><br/><br/></span></span>