Miriana stepped into the pub area and pulled the hood off her head, shaking the stray hairs out of her eyes.  It was cold and wet outside, and she wanted nothing more than to get warm. Well, maybe a job. Maybe they were hiring...<br/><br/>She found a table and slid the dripping cloak off her shoulders, draping it carefully over an empty chair at the table. She reached back and shook out all that thick, damp chestnut hair, hoping it would dry a little before she was finished.  Her dress was low cut and designed to show off her curves, and the lights in the room glinted off the red and copper highlights in her hair.<br/><br/>She sat her bag by her chair and looked around, hoping there was someone free to take her order.  She shivered as the wind blew the rain against the windows, and the goosbumps that suddenly appeared on her skin hardened her nipples.