The man looked absolutely delighted, as she made her way over to his table, the tables she turned down looking disappointed, or unsurprised that she'd gone for the man with the obvious display of wealth. His beady eyes glimmered, as he openly drank in her form. He idly played with a coin purse in his hand, the coins clinking against both themselves, and the golden rings on his fingers. His guard stood at a discreet distance behind him, a stone-faced man dressed in light armor, underneath his clothes, looking somewhere between bored, and jealous of his lord's fortune.<br/><br/>"Well, well, well, my exotic beauty, I can certainly say, I think we're both going to feel very lucky, tonight," he said."It's a pity that our proprietor here decided that your show wasn't appropriate for this venue... would you perhaps care to retire to a more... appropriate location? I would so love to see the<em>rest</em>of that performance, and I could pay you handsomely for it, and more."