<div class="floatleft">(http://orig15.deviantart.net/d37d/f/2017/190/5/2/elora01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfqlnd.jpg)</div>She bounced in wearing a bright smile. Fully clothed, she managed to give the appearance of wearing very little. Lush, ample breasts strained against the simple cloth working overtime, lacings already having given up. Her skirts, both of them, were raised and tucked into her tight waist cincher, giving a glorious view of lean thighs leading to shapely legs. Her ass was the type to make painters dive for their brushes and other men their coin purses. Above it all, a tumble of red red hair shot through with glowing copper.<br/><br/>She slipped through the tavern, intent on getting to the bar unscathed. At least for the moment. She was here to work and work she would. But first, she needed to find out if someone was waiting for her or if it was a free for all. Her gaze had already slid over a likely playmate. She had a soft spot for the scholarly. They looked uptight until you got them alone and rumpled, and then they left you gasping and aching.<br/><br/>She made it to the end of the bar, leaned over and kicked one leg up as she called out to the dwarven woman, "Chariss, is it? Is Lyari about? Could you tell her Elora's here ta serve up some... food?"<br/><br/>Her grin and the twinkle in slightly-too large amber eyes were infectious. Food, indeed.