<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/SNorclady.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:  Snogflog Nosebiter of the Shattered Hand Clan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13138798#msg13138798)</strong><br/><br/><strong>COURTESEAN</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Roaming the Greeting room trying to not look like she will kill the next person she speaks to<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Normally Snogflog is one of the first of the girls to hit the floor, after all she doesn't spend as long as the others putting on elaborate flimsy clothing. Just her trusty leathers, and her hair is simple enough to care for. Just a proper wash before the sun hits the horizon so it has time to dry, however today she decided to do a proper workout to burn off the excess energy she seems to have gathered the last few days. While not an unpopular girl by any stretch of the imagination she does have a tendency to scare off more than one gentleman. So the last two days had her spend the night alone, so long before the sun even thought to shine down on this magical place she grabbed her axes and headed outside to work through her exercises until her body shone with sweat and her heart was pounding inside of her. Sometimes a client would ask her to do it for him as a form of dance, and she has heard from some that where they come from they have dances involving weaponry.<br/><br/>As noon approaches she takes a break to eat a simple meal consisting of raw meat and a large amount of water, like her kind she hates the taste of meat ruined by being cooked. Once her kind would eat the hearts of their enemies on the battlefield but with the old worship being replaced with the worship of the elements those practises have faded away. Still, no self respecting orc would eat cooked food. At least not in any quantity, a small nibble to keep a client company sure. Few clients find the sight of blood dripping down her face very appealing, though there was that vampire a few weeks back. An interesting man, they both sported quite a few injuries by the time he had to flee before the coming sun. Fun times.<br/><br/>Having burned off the energy tingling in her body she makes sure to take a long bath to get clean, a blacksmiths file working away at her nails to get them into something resembling elegance. Her now friends have spent many a day teaching her the finer art of makeup and care for her nails and hair, but when you are an orc you have to be apply a little bit more energy to get the nails to not look like they are ready to rip an enemy apart. So properly cleaned up, her hair almost dry and with her nicest clothes on she walks into the greeting room. Already the elegant Chantal is there much to the delight of the clients, Snogflog raises an eyebrow in surprise. Usually the charming lady is not the first one here, it seems to Snogflog that the lady prefers to make sure her outfit and clothes are immaculate first. And well she can't argue with the result, Chantal always looks perfect. One would be forgiven for thinking the orc would resent the smaller human but far from it, she quite likes her. After any human that can take a good rough tumble in the bed is doing something right. On top of the ample charm that she holds of course.<br/><br/>Barefoot Snogflog starts to mingle, trading a fierce smile with a few regulars that she has talked to before. Trading a friendly headbutt to a towering barbarian warlord who already has his arm around one of the male workers, where he comes from same sex pairings are frowned upon so here the normally brutish warlord can be himself. A perfectly charming man with a fondness for overly sweet poetry and of course cute men.<br/><br/>“Good to see you again Targwolf.”<br/><br/>She gives a respectful nod towards Mr Jeffries as his ever vigilant eyes never seem to miss anything, she still isn't quite sure what to make of the man. So most of the time she makes sure to keep their interactions pleasant but neutral. Humans, always so confusing. If he even is that, some rumours seem to say otherwise. Then again, rumours seem to say lots of things and few of them true. She has heard a few about herself too, some she even finds flattering. Especially the one about the poor man who couldn't perform and what she did to him that resulted in him joining a Harem guard as a eunuch. She would never do that, well.. not with a cleaver when she has perfectly good tusks to use.<br/><br/>Over at a table the rather well known adventurer and quite generous spender if the gossip is to be believed opens up a bottle of wine, she approves of him opening it with his teeth. Shows strength to not use some corkscrew, and if all the stories are to be believed and she doesn't believe all of them then he is making quite a name for himself. One day he might fall to someone or something more powerful but so far it seems he has outwitted death. Still it makes her grin to see him back, people like him spend enough money to make up for the ones that don't tip the hard working waitresses.<br/><br/>A man she hasn't seen before is juggling some colourful balls, she stops a short moment to appreciate his skill wondering how he would handle a pair of knives or axes instead. It doesn't help that he is quite easy on the eyes with fine muscles and obviously a superior taste in hair so she tosses a few coins his way to help encourage others to do the same.<br/><br/>“P..pardon me? Do you know if the ravishing Miss Follete will be gracing us with her presence today?”<br/><br/>Snogflog turns to the obviously worried man in the most garish red and gold silken outfit she has ever had the misfortune to lay eyes on. A nobleman no doubt, more money then taste but hey he has some taste to come here at least. So she gives him a friendly grin that shows off her sharp tusks and shakes her head gently, the locks brushing against her bare shoulders.<br/><br/>“Sadly good Sir, I do not know but I haven't heard anything that leads me to believe she will not. I can only advice you to partake in some good wine and cheese while you wait, I heard we got a new shipment of gnomish blue that is absolutely exquisite.”<br/><br/>Urgh, it pains her to try and be so elegant in her wording. But the look on his face when she doesn't simply grunt “Me not know, me smash skulls only.” is quite rewarding. The only reason she knows about the gnomish blue is that she saw another client munching on a slice earlier, at least she thinks it was gnomish blue. Could be any form of mouldy cheese for all she knows.<br/><br/>That taken care of she lets her eyes roam again, briefly she thinks she spots Araxis but from behind it is hard to tell. Another regular that she has heard mixed things about, some dislike his obvious arrogance but she knows of more than one girl that claims he is worth it. Something about the things the man can do with his tongue, or was it fingers? She can't quite remember. Today seems to have it's share of new people she has never seen before, some bold and sure of themselves others more nervous and skittish. To her disappointment she doesn't see any of the few that find her particular talents to their liking so she just circles the room helping the waitstaff here and there by collecting discarded glasses and plates to hand to them.