Darius dipped his head, and mentioned her body in a humanistic form that lacked creativity. Jugs? How bland of that human to refer to her full breasts as the mugs in which large loads of fluid were contained. He could've gotten a few good points from her barely existent good side, if he had spared up something a little more unique than<em>jugs</em>.<br/><br/><em>Idiotic human, how would he feel if I called his phallus a ...a .... why, my mind won't even let me stoop that stupid.</em><br/><br/>She then noted the bright light, having heard Seka's words as her attention veered crookedly over to the mage. He spoke of the arcane, and it made Venus care to laugh. Though she withheld, mages were a serious matter, she knew. Most of the women from her clan in the undergrounds had been Priestesses, warlocks, and mages. She was one of the few who trained with the men as a young Drow, favoring their company and skills far greater.<br/><br/>"Your outspoken nature is... somewhat admirable, I suppose... Anyway, I would be entertained by joining this band of travelers or scavengers, whichever you'd go by. My name is something I'm not trusting to anyone quite yet. But my alias and name by rumor is Venus."<br/><br/>The Drow crossed her legs over gain, her obsidian thighs reflecting a bit of light, much like a well oiled craft of smooth black marble. She tapped her sharp pearled nails against the table and looked about at the mage, before reflecting her gaze unto Seka.<br/><br/>"Well, you seem to be the civilized one here, I believe I need an introduction of these people. Besides Sir Pyros, I believe I caught that introduction..."