<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BUwbulr.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jazaele Omani  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337106.msg16015321#msg16015321)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>"Aurora Kodiak" Ensemble<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Club Second Floor; Bar Area<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tanahome<strong>Mentioning:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>There was always some level of uncertainty that came along with whether or not working for IRC was within ones best interest, though not for the sake of questioning how fun it was. The unease was bred from how well everyone was able to handle Jazaele's involvement as one of them. After having been reassured many times over by myriad of her peers, the woman eventually buckled under the pressure of being left out of her passion due to hesitance. While no fear of missing out was present in the rather soulful giantess of a woman, the commonality found in the nerdy ways of role-playing and gaming was more than enough to see the hobby become a career in no time. Even while she technically preferred the familiar consistency demanded of her from her laboring duties, today was the day that Jaz was given the full agreeability from management to dip her toe in proper fashion.<br/><br/>Of course outside of the rehearsal among fans online at home and journaling what it was she planned to bring to the figurative table as well as the literal ones in respective sense, there was still room for trial by error in the workplace. Sure Jazaele was capable of lifting and moving the furniture pieces and stagehand productions of the Club with ease, but conversing and playing around with others was always a weakness for the socially awkward strongwoman, now matter how fun and sexual things may become later on. It was always the initial meet-and-greets that tore away at the sturdy fortress walls of sociability for the woman, and even more so with the official standing of having earned her serving assignments on account of willingness to be a part of the more public scene within privacy.<br/><br/>Here she found herself, among the soft bustle of interested patrons that strode on in with intent to play at the tables. Jazaele had long lost track of the hours since she had woken up this morning, or possibly the night before, until it came time to open IRC's doors. Having transitioned from her usual athletics gear for work to thoroughly shaping herself into the role befit of her stature and personality,<em>Aurora Kodiak</em>, stood firmly along the side wall of the flooring area. She didn't see much of a need to bother any of the incoming clients that had wandered themselves to where they'd chosen to seat themselves, however once the bulk of the silence laid still, Jazaele's posture manifested in full once she'd realized it was time to serve those in need.<br/><br/>At least, until one man in particular seated at the bar seemed more than capable of at least babysitting his drink well enough for Jazaele to practice her tableside manner. With a squint did the sharply robed Mistress gaze about the classy establishment that made up a fraction of the imaginary landscape soon to be shaped by many imaginations that were to come together, before she circled around. There was enough distance between herself and the lone man at the bar in order for Jaz to contemplate a suitable greeting to break the tension of newcomers from both sides. At least she hoped there would've been by the time the solid slaps of her sandals approached to a closing degree of a single arm's reach from the side. Her lips tensed and jaw tightened exponentially, almost distributed squarely in the definition tailored to the character she was supposed to portray.<br/><br/><strong>"Adventure... Yes. Time, indeed..."</strong>Jazaele spoke slowly.<br/><br/>In the moment the words flowed from her tongue, Jazaele did her best to fight off the her rather deeply-rooted accent in order to smoothly cast her words out. She couldn't help but hear the last bit of what the stranger had said aloud to himself, since Jazaele's natural height allowed her to overhear. Not that it was her intent to do so, which almost caused the woman to hesitate further as her lips parted to rush out her second statement to exemplify her duty as a server.<br/><br/><strong>"Er, First time? You seem new. And... Prepared."</strong>Jaz commented with a seemingly deep terseness.<br/><br/>Her eyes wandered to the bag set down just beside the man's drink. One that she could only assume to be used for carrying either his money, or dice sets. With her hands clasped together one over the other, Jaz attempted to organically mimic the idle stance she'd been taught to use that would more than likely depict one who understood magic. Though it was near-impossible to hide away any form or shape of her musculature with the heavy fabric that covered her. Anyone at first glance could easily assume Jaz was portraying a barbarian or stonewall-like fighter of sorts, though her natural personality and familiarity with the more primal simplicity of proverbially 'arcane' aspects of sexuality, Mistress Kodiak was indeed a scholar. One of darkness and despair who healed and comforted any and all who needed such melancholic dramatics to accompany her muscle, of course.<br/><br/><strong>"If no one's said so yet; Welcome. E-Enjoy your... Time here."</strong>Jazaele finished with a nodding blink. Though her face appeared stoic and furrowed with awkward intensity of social anxiety, she meant what she said. Not that any amount of preparation in the time she spent here among folk of a more local degree was able to prepare her for talking to people so openly. Computer screens and backstage conversation was one thing. This, this was new.