<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Jiroph</strong></span><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/5/1/asvett_by_pixeldust86-d8jgb3o.jpg)</div>Asvett listened to the elfkin's tale with rapt interest.  As a creature generally looked down upon and used primarily for sport and slavery, she was more than familiar with the League.  The girl had never known anyone that had dealings with the place, but knew slaughter in droves was common.  Her own kind was made to clean and fight there.  More often than not they were simply fodder for weaker gladiators to get a few kills in for training.  Asvett could see very clearly why Jiroph wouldn't want that information spread about the bar.  Even more, she knew why he tried to keep it from her.<br/><br/>As he removed his clothing, Asvett saw all the horrible marks and scars and tattoos on Jiroph.  She nearly started to cry, just knowing how badly things like that hurt.  As he stopped to watch her reaction, the goblin did something he probably wouldn't have guessed.  Completely absent of any sexual intent, Asvett pulled away her barmaid blouse just enough to bare her shoulders and back.  She turned to reveal one long, jagged scar that ran from her right shoulder blade down just over her left hip.  The girl tilted her head to look up at Jiroph with a sympathetic smile.<br/><br/>"I know what it's like to do things you don't want to do, Jiroph. You had to hurt people; probably friends. I had to.."  She suddenly threw her shirt back over her back and tied the front again.  "What's important is that you know this isn't a place of judgment. We've all been places we regret. No one will be turned away for their past here, no matter what it is."  She brightened a bit, her face cracking a smile as she punched Jiroph in his hard abs.  "And quit looking over your shoulder, knife-ear. We don't allow violence in the Tavern. That means no one's going to poison or stab you while we're here. If I know anything, it's that Lyari and her employees are better trained that most spies. They can sniff out a troublemaker a mile away. So loosen up, hm?"  She reached across the tub and turned the know that shut the water off.<br/><br/>"Now drop your drawers and hop in, silly. Asvett's gonna get you squeaky clean!"  She held up the likeness of a small, yellow duck and squeezed it.  The resulting noise punctuated the description of how clean she would get Jiroph.<br/><br/>((Further Posts in Spa Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=226518.msg11118868#msg11118868)))<br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Adon</strong></span><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/320/3/9/kira_by_jennyverse-d86p93e.jpg)</div>"Uuuff.."  Kira settled into the chair with a sigh.  She blew a lock of unkept hair from her face and took the mug she'd tried to drink from before the fight from the table.  Raising it to her lips, the girl took a thirsty swallow before staring at Adon with a cocked eyebrow.  "Admit it, sir. You like that I'm the only girl that can resist you. You have some kind of sick fetish that makes you try to break me every time we end up fucking."  She took another sip and then slammed the cup down before he could reply.<br/><br/>"Yes. Yes, alright? I do break, but I-.. I could turn you down if I wanted. I just.. don't want to."  Kira's eyes darted across the bar, pretending she was looking for more possible trouble and not just avoiding what she was sure was a smug grin on the demon's face.  They both had something the other loved.  Kira loved that Adon was a man that could actually give her a run for her money in bed.  No other man could tame her.  Most men didn't want anything but TO BE tamed.  For Adon, Kira knew he got off on making her power his own every night they were together.  She was a purring kitten only for him, and that made him feel better than anything.  At least that's what she assumed he liked about her.  Some days Kira wished there was more, but that was probably a fanciful dream.  No one ever actually had feelings for her more than sex.  Better that way, she was sure of it.<br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Selena</strong></span><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2015/056/5/3/lyari_by_pixeldust86-d8jganz.jpg)</div>Lyari stopped trying to calculate exactly how much gold a 'bed' would be exactly as soon as her friend began kissing and groping her.  It was clear Selena wanted some very personal attention now that her mind had been eased.  The Avariel was such an intriguing being to the half-elf.  Here she was, surely double as old or more than herself, but with the playful and sexual nature of most teenagers.  The blonde astounded Lyari to say the least.  She could tell that her stay at the Tavern would be most advantageous to.. everyone, really.  Taking the girl's hand, the elf stood and pulled her across the bar.  She ripped the apron from her neck and tossed it at Chariss behind the bar.  "Close up shop when you need to. I'm busy the rest of the night," she commanded.  The dwarf caught the garment and stowed it beneath the bar in its usual place.  Chariss only nodded with a little smirk and returned to her duties.<br/><br/>((To Selena's Room (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=226439.msg11115745#msg11115745)))