Joli waved her thanks to the men around as she picked up the shot glass and held it out for Silea.  Then taking the other for herself she clinked glasses and downed the hard liquor.  She felt the heat in her belly and made a mental note, no more of the hard stuff, she didn't trust herself to get drunk in this place.  She took a deep breath as the fiery fumes of the shot curled around her teeth and lips.  "The booze down here is quite strong."  She said loudly, "If I weren't such a violent woman, prone to acts of brutality and bloodshed, and therefore secure in my own saftey, I'd think that some of the men around here might be trying to get me drunk to take advantage of me."<br/><br/>She looked back over at Silea and grinned at the topless drow, "Then again, maybe they simply hope that I'll take off my top like you?"  She grinned broadly, not opposed to that thought, but then noticed the show on stage had stopped, and turned to clap for the performers.  Her eyes drew to the orc's manhood again, and she realized that the booze was starting to take an effect.  While her mooncloth dress did little to conceal her form, she let it bunch between her thighs as she sat on the stool.  Gathering the cloth provided enough opacity and blocked the sight of her cunny that likely none would see she was starting to dampen and become aroused.  Her nipples might give her away, as well as a flush on her face, but there was little she could do about that.  Truth be told, she found herself wondering what Silea looked like naked, and what sorts of things a drow lover might enjoy.