It was starting to get rather hot out here!  Hood up as it was, she decided to shrug it off and let her knee-length and luxurious hair fall back down, moving to remove her top as she stepped onto the sand, the sleeves on her arms too for that matter as she went.  Didn't bother with the skirt, not for the moment, and thankfully her boots were open-toed and relatively airy, so all was well there.  Her impressive bosom now free - obsidian globes capped by midnight black and cutely-sized nipples - and her hood down, and now things were not feeling so warm.  Still, blade and crossbow at hip, skirt too, but everything else at least was off and away, yet even still she stood out a bit, being more dressed than the natives...<br/><br/>...except the metal-wearing, sword-carrying, obnoxious-looking 'hero' with the light skin nearby.  A sea of lovely drow ladies with a hint of happily subservient males with spatterings of humans and catfolk around, and he stood out like as VERY sore thumb.  this 'Sorrin Fairblade' was spouting off such nonsense too; 'voodoo curse'?  The fuck was 'voodoo' even?  And spouting off about a 'witch'... she sighed, and with a smile walked up behind the two women there, standing just behind and between them, her eyes affixed on the man.<br/><br/>"Mr. Fairblade, were you not just asking the 'witch' to pay you to solve this little problem?" she asked, sounding as sincere as possible "Interesting interrogation technique... and I doubt these strong ladies..."<br/><br/>She quickly affixed her hands to the rumps of both ladies with an audible smack, giving a cheek on each woman a squeeze before she continued.<br/><br/>"...are impressed by a male being so... arrogant.  I'm sure these lovely women would be perfectly capable of handling their own without your help; I know<em>I</em>would be able to most certainly, especially since unlike you I actually know a thing or two about things of an arcane nature..."