<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/13/53/1d/13531db9b6da053e62f2cb4324f06620.jpg)</div><strong>Gurlove (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1725433)</strong><br/><em>Half-Orc Barbarian: Beserker 4 CN</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>As the two of them sat there and drank their ale, Gurlove's free hand would be unable to avoid roaming a bit of the smooth, soft body that was sitting in her lap.  She was able to avoid being naughty for now, but some people would notice the way that her hand would run along the girl's thigh, making it clear to most what was happening, as if her being seated firmly in Gurlove's lap wasn't clue enough.  The half-orc couldn't help but enjoy the way that the girl's body was pressed up against her as she sipped the ale and just allowed herself to relax for the first time this evening.  Or night.  It was certainly late, despite the level of activity in the tavern.  Then came the question about the amount of women compared to men and Gurlove couldn't help but allow a slight chuckle to escape her lips.<br/><br/>"Fairly common," she said after a long draw of ale, "Not a lot of men in most areas.  But no issue with that.  Women better anyhow."  The smile on her lips left little doubt what she was referring to, not to mention the light squeeze on the woman's hip when she said it.  Then came the question about dinner and at that moment, Gurlove's stomach decided that it was hungry as well, growling at the same time that Angelique's had, though hers was a bit louder.  "Dinner is good," she agreed, "We eat while we wait for room." Flagging down one of the barmaids, she ordered them some dinner and a refill on her now empty mug of ale, having finished it off without much difficulty and now feeling very good with the situation that she was finding herself in.<br/><br/>"We eat, then we go upstairs," Gurlove said, "Then Gurlove and pretty thing have some fun until we have to sleep."  She grinned eagerly, though whether it was because of the thought of food or the thought of Angelique, some might not be sure.  But it was clear to anyone that saw the way she pulled Angelique even closer to her, her rough hand moving a bit lower down Angelique's thigh to allow her to feel soft, naked flesh of her soon to be lover's naked thigh.  She didn't go much higher than that, but she was aware that some of the patron's were watching them and she knew that more than a handful were hoping that Gurlove would do something to show off more of Angelique's beautiful body.  But, for now, Gurlove fought the temptation until her new mug of ale arrived with a steaming plate containing a leg of lamb, potatoes, and some other vegetables and herbs.