The predatory grin never wavered as the dryad began to "strut her stuff," but the human woman made no move to stop her,  either. Clearly,  she thrived on the "attention" that the elf was throwing her way...  Even if her bodyguard got a bit edgy to see a stranger getting so close. When the elf had finally settled into her lap,  the woman simply smirked and wrapped her arms around the nameless girl's waist, holding her tight and looking her square in the eyes.<br/><br/>"You may be of use, " she repeated, her tongue playing across her lips as she took in the view. "But I am hard pressed to imagine how you could service me any better than Miss Ira. What do you think, Ira?"<br/><br/>The orc woman seemed to be blushing, and shook her head silently.<br/><br/>"Seems she is a bit shy around the new face. A pity, because she says delightfully naughty things when she is working." The human woman tossed her hair and let her eyes roam over the dryad's body once more, the wheels clearly turning in her head. "I am torn. No doubt you could bring in some good cash on thestage, but a dancer doesn't merit room and board and trust."<br/><br/>A statement of fact.<br/><br/>"What I need is someone sharp. And judging by the way you dissected miss Sixpence-for-a-fuck down there, you might be somewhat useful in that regard."<br/><br/>