Ah... now the naming sounded familiar, this was a place of 'working women' here.  Not a bad place, not 'high class' but certainly more fun than, and with all the naked girls about she should fit right... in... and...<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>"Why do they keep staring at me...?" she muttered in what she knew to be Sperethiel, the elven tongue, but stopped dead for two reasons...<br/><br/>One was, certainly because the dancer called out to her, drawing<em>everyone's</em>attention to her and her alone now...<br/><br/>Two was because she just saw herself in a mirror behind the bar, her long ears, features, and height apparently marking her as a dryad or "nymph", yellow eyes, blonde hair, tanned skin, breasts with brown nipples and of quite a healthy size, yet perky... no idea how old she was, somewhere between 21 and 600 years, maybe older given her legs, clockwork and flesh, having a second joint to them and being a tad rabbit-like... she was a dryad, hot - for an elf even - AND a UEC*?  Damn, no wonder she was attracting so much attention!  Not to mention the fittingly placed hairless member protruding from her groin too, with a set of it's own twins behind it...<br/><br/>"I was..." she started, then realized how likely was it a non-elf would be able to speak Sperethiel?  Damn, did she know English? "I was certainly not!  Do you<em>really</em>think someone would be dense enough to try that<em>here</em>?  I was<em>trying</em>to be subtle but as you can see that can be a bit hard for me at times, so if you could direct me to whoever runs this place so I can speak to her in private, then I'll leave you to finish your set with my sincerest condolences..."<br/><br/>Judging by her accent... tinged by Sperethiel a bit... but London middle-class, with the hint of Sperethiel perhaps setting it a tad higher in some eyes, lower in others.  Interesting... now if only she knew where the bloody hell she WAS...?<br/><br/>*UEC = Unexplained Evolutionary Expression, a better term for the setting than SURGE ^_^