“Ha, very good, very good,” the man in black clapped to a rhythm only he and Miriel seemed to hear as she finished her dance. He was smiling, enjoying her performance, taken by the flow of her movements. “She moves gracefully—like a beautiful flower in the wind, yes?” The man closed his ledger and stood up from his stool. He snapped his fingers and gestured for Mhurren to get onto the bar himself. “But the flower, she is shy—Mhurren, remove the rest of her clothes for her.”<br/><br/>Mhurren clamoured onto the bar, his athletic form making the movement easy, as he rose on the countertop before her. He was so tall he had to duck to keep his head from touching the wood of the ceiling. His hands came out, poised to grab and tear at her clothes as he licked his lips. Half-naked before him, down to only the velvet of her top’s undergarment and the tight-fitting trousers of her lower half,  her beautiful body filled him with surging confidence.<br/><br/>“Come here, little thing,” he called cruelly to Miriel as he approached. His eyes were on fire with want for her flesh. Already he could feel, in his mind’s eye, himself plunging into her. His cock twitched in frustration as he neared a little closer to her. He was nearly feral, snarling as he approached her, only a few feet between them.<br/><br/>Hodge picked up her clothes from the bar and sniffed the blouse as Mhurren had. The sweet citrus perfumes of pomp and privilege had mixed with the smell of her own body. He breathed in deep, and then tossed the clothes on the floor behind the bar. His own strong hands reached out, grabbing for Miriel’s ankles. He grabbed tight, trying to limit her movement and throw her off balance.<br/><br/>“Wait til you see what I have for you, little thing.” Mhurren’s voice was a growl, his jaw clenched. In one movement he darted forward, grabbing onto Miriel. He pulled her close and began to pull at the undergarments on her chest as he kept her close with a hand on her back, intent on ripping and tearing what little else hid her modesty.<br/><br/>[To break Mhurren’s grapple, make an opposed Athletics check, DC 10]