The wild mane red head beauty.  Cocks an eyebrow and looks to the admiral.   Just as she lets slip out a belch from her many cups of the mead.      She draw her hand up.  It wasn't so much she had a true itch.  It was the draft that bothered her.  She really never wore a dress much.     Still it just felt weird to her.<br/><br/>With hearing a couple of hours,  Red would rise up and still looking to the admiral.   She would give a bow with a flourish.  She really didn't know how to bow properly.  As she inadvertently flashes her ass into the dwarfs face with the exaggerated bow.<br/><br/><em>"Aye cap.... admiral.   With yawr leave, I'll go and get ready."</em><br/><br/>She responds with as she straightens up from the bow.