Venus<em>felt</em>the eyes upon her, and it played well into her preference of having everyone under tabs. She saw the distraction she served, and only broke her eyes from those men around the room when the Maid served her her rum and called her a<em>looker</em>. Though the Drow did not respond, she had a few things to be said and whipped up a mischievous grin that crooked across her glossed lips as the elvish human girl disappeared.<br/><br/><em>Elvish and human? She's apparently not elven raised, or she would've shown the hatred or at least come to make a move on attacking me. Good thing she didn't, I eat pretty little girls for breakfast.</em><br/><br/>As the girl came back out as a dancer, Venus quirked a fiery brow, smiling even more.<br/><br/><em>Casual and alluring, two sides every woman tends to pick one of, instead of flaunting both.</em><br/><br/>"Beauty," Venus then began, "is in the eye of the beholder. And what eyes she has... Eyes not quite as... curious, as the rest of you." The Drow turned her attention and set her sights on the men at the table, fiercely gazing at Darius without a hint of fear or intimidation by his size nor his prowess, because she sensed something much like dumbfounded foolishness in him. But she could've been wrong, he looked attractive. She could always do like vicious spiders- mate with him the greatest sex he would ever know, and devour him afterward with the reward of death.<br/><br/>Nerezza chuckled quietly, and slowly brought herself up to a stand, moving over to the table. She saw a chair next to Darius and drew it out, gracefully taking the seat and settling her wrists on the table, fingers entwined and pearl-coated obsidian nails seeming to reflect a bit of the tavern light. Her eyes like a fire core turned and set upon Darius, now so close that if she willed it, she could reach into his lap and grab him by, what she liked to refer to as the "man handle", and manhandle him. Manhandling not being anything pleasant of course, as much as it would be guaranteeing he didn't flee her, attack her, or try to pickpocket her while she was so near. But she refrained- again- keeping her hands upon the table in open sight, something most even slightly trained fighters or thieves knew the meaning of. She wanted to be sure at least one of them knew she was holding back from her desire of kicking someone's ass if only to give her a reason to be entertained.<br/><br/>"So I overhear you talking, and I thought I'd interject. First and foremost, sir, I do believe it's rude to<em>stare</em>, where I come from staring is a free engagement into battle. You are lucky I understand the human concept of things." She grinned, looking then to the Neko or catty-man before the masked man. "Secondly, I've been a little free of assassina- I mean, assignments, and I could use a little something simple to keep me from getting bored between my work schedule."