The woman behind the desk didn't say a word as she listened to the Dryad speak, but her eyes scanned every inch of the elf's nude from,  as if she could somehow find the truth in the gears and pneumatic generators in the woman's Clockwork thighs. Or maybe she was just admiring the craftsmanship, the ways in which the tiny capillary turbines turned the elf's pulse into the energy that kept all the cogs ticking, rather than needing a coil and key to function.<br/><br/>Whatever she was looking for, though,  remained a secret after the dryad finished her spiel. The curvaceous woman merely looked from her to the orc,  then back again...<br/><br/>"Either you're a great liar, or one unlucky girl. I can't decide which..." the woman's lips curled devilishly,  and her gaze became openly predatory. "My thought is this... Either option makes you a risky investment of my time. If you're a liar, then you are up to something that I don't want to see happen. IIf you are unlucky...  Well, I don't want to get involved."<br/><br/>She feigned sympathy, of course, but that smirk never left her lips.<br/><br/>"That is,  unless you offer sufficient reward for my risks... "