<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Character's Name:</strong></span>Johara Qussandei<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span>The Starting Point tavern<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>With whom:</strong></span>Jack, whoever else might be nearby<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jack's willingness to join her had been a very pleasant surprise for Johara. Even though she wouldn't have held it against him at all if he'd preferred to simply watch, it was always something that she greatly appreciated whenever someone was willing to step a little bit outside of their comfort zone to try something new or different. Not to say that her partner had been doing a bad job by any means for somebody who'd clearly dedicated many years to learning how to perform an entirely different and more deadly dance which employed razor-sharp blades as props rather than colorful fans or chiffon veils.<br/><br/>His compliments, which sounded sincere enough as far as she could tell and not just as if they were just empty words meant to seduce her, coaxed another charming smile out of Jo, but it would take a lot more to make her blush. After all, as one might have guessed, she'd heard it just about all while traveling and performing, from the most flowery praise to the raunchiest of catcalls, so she'd naturally developed a bit of tolerance.<br/><br/>A few more hip thrusts brought her mere inches away from Jack once again, but this time she pivoted to give him her almost entirely naked back rather than moving away. Sashaying from side to side seductively while standing in place, she ran a hand through her thick, raven hair, lifting it up to expose even more of her caramel flesh as she turned her head to glance at Jack over her shoulder.<br/><br/>"So then what are you waiting for to offer me a drink?" Jo asked, her voice carrying a hint of sultriness now that was only highlighted further by her slightly heavier breathing. Ever the flirt and tease, she intentionally pushed her rear so close towards Jack while gyrating rhythmically in front of him that it may even have grazed over the front of his breeches once or twice.