I do indeed admire the size and level of expertise of the tattoo, seeing how it runs down her entire back. Smiling up at her with my lewd man smile, as I distract her with a gold coin for the honor of seeing her lovely tattoo. All of which is a ruse, as when she goes to snatch it from my grip, I use my position and momentum to pin her down onto the table. Ripping off her blouse and drawing my sword, casually flicking it up into the air before burying the tip of the blade through the table, and right in front of her face.<br/><br/><strong>"Now, you have two choices miss elf. Either you tell me which artist did this, or I'll just have to use my blade to flay off your back skin, and take your tattoo for myself. You do such a dis-honor to the artist, hiding such beauty behind your clothes. I don't want to see you, <em><strong>ever</strong></em>, wearing a blouse again. Are we in agreement...?"</strong>