<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/pTABkwO.jpg)</div>Curra Xar’cha (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1895388)<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Senna<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Curra has been laughing along with the orc “troubadours” and was even more looking forward to the riot they were developing, but as they were quickly escorted off stage and the patrons placated with more ale, it unfortunately died down before more fun could continue.  In the meantime, she was chatting with a beefy human bouncer near one of the doors—or rather talking at him as he attempted to keep a steady, sober eye on the teeming, intoxicated mass of demihumanity.  Curra, on the other hand, was still going on about the pleasant figures of the orc ladies, but that they had nothing on<em>her</em>pythons, which she modeled and flexed for the dispassionate man between pulls from her own ale.<br/><br/>When the busty warrior with the spear even more loudly called for the attention of the entire Western Pump, Curra’s eyes slowly tracked over, then up and down with a lascivious grin.  “Now there’s another nice one, hmm?  How iz she, more your style?  Ah, you are no fun.  Senna.  Senna!  SENNA!  Hey, do her!  We should do her!  Her thing, that is, heh...” she bellowed in the vague direction of the halfling, whether she heard the drow the first time or not.