<strong>Name:</strong><em>&lt;Serving wench - Alamay&gt;</em><br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>Zingaran<br/><strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>Young Serving Girl<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Roaming around through the crowds picking up mugs and serving refills<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>whoever has the coin...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Most the patrons knew her name... Alamay was a young lass with plentiful curves, bountiful breasts, and long brown hair in curls that bounced as she moved from customer to customer. Her full pink lips seemed to maintain a perpetual smile as the patrons groped her bottom and slid hands up her knee length sack cloth apron. The apron was almost all she wore but it was more a half dress then an apron really with a full back tied tightly to accentuate her womanly physique. She held a tray full of mugs as she did a light spin and came laughing up to the first table.<br/><br/>Her dewy eyes sparkled blue in the lamp light as she smiled down at the patron and tucked a loose curl of hair up under a red head scarf.  With a thick Zingaran accent she said, "Did ya want another?"  ...<em>&lt;open to whoever wishes to interject...&gt;</em>