Kayna’s plan worked like a charm as the ivory-frosted treat seemingly rolled out on stage. Customers never grew tired of seeing the surprise, or more importantly who would come out. More whistles, cheers, and applause came as the two viridian beauties joined their taller companions in dance. It was hard to spot who the lucky guy was as the crowd in general was quite appreciative, although the telltale good-natured jostling and hearty back-slaps on a raven-haired man sitting near the front was enough to signal his identity. The taller elf and catgirl gyrated close to the goblins and each other in alternate stances, their hands gliding over each other mere inches from touching. This of course spawned fevered fantasies of sapphic rendezvouses between them, which of course was intentional to draw even more leering eyes to the establishment and thus be parted from their coin.<br/><br/>Eventually the lights dimmed as the dance came to an end, Syrrak and Fresh Quill giving smoldering half-lidded stares at the birthday boy’s crew.<br/><br/>“That was a nice save!” the long-haired dark-skinned human sister exclaimed as she snapped her fingers and waved upwards, a telltale motion of good fortune from her homeland. “I heard that the birthday boy’s asking for you specifically!”<br/><br/>“A ‘save’ implies things could’ve ended in disaster,” Fresh Quill said with a bit of a smirk, revealing a fanged tooth. “I’m too good to fail.”<br/><br/>“There’s. A saying. Among surface-worlders,” Syrrak said in her stop-and-go method of speech. “A village, to raise a child.”<br/><br/>“Funny as ever,” Fresh Quill retorted. “Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a line forming for the ‘post-dance celebrations’ in the back and some of us need to earn our daily bread.”<br/><br/>The shorter-haired human sister maintained a smile throughout the conversation. “You’re like the llamas of the Rainlands; they may spit and kick, but that’s a sign of friendship among the pack!”<br/><br/>Fresh Quill groaned. “Not you too, Anezka!”<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/NayPVSj.jpeg)</div>When men made requests for means of ‘showing their appreciation’ to the dancers, it could mean only one thing. Even so, not all of them were as brazen as to drop their pants as soon as the door was shut. The raven-haired man was accompanied by four others, a human clad in red and white vestments lined with magical runes, another human with an eyepatch and cigar he was never seen smoking but remained perpetually between his fingers, an orc-blooded man who towered over the rest and rarely spoke, and a redheaded, red-bearded dwarf who alternated between Common and his native tongue while chatting up the ladies of his crew’s harrowing journey east. The other men were eager to reinforce his tale and to translate when necessary, speaking  of the haunted Ruins of Isprea and other realms once touched by the Dreadlord’s curse. They smelled of wine of varying quality, and while they were clearly adventurers the veracity of their claims could not be known to mere tavern girls. What was known for sure were that they were quite handsy, but given that they paid for the room this was tolerated as business as usual. The half-orc was already pulling Syrrak into his lap, while Lioran and Anezka were each comfortably tucked beneath the cigar aficionado’s arms.<br/><br/>“A goblin lass like you is the perfect birthday present,” the raven-haired man said as he patted Kayna’s hair. “Because they’re the perfect height.”<br/><br/>“Be careful around Regis!” the mage laughed. “He’s looking for more than a kiss!”<br/><br/>Regis shook his head with a wistful smile. “Don’t listen to him, he’s always putting me down in front of the womenfolk. I’ll be more than happy with a kiss...in the lap.”<br/><br/>The rest of the men laughed. The ladies joined their laughter, as enthusiastically as the coin that was promised.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Kayna and the other party members gain 15 silver each in tips from a days' worth of dancing and backroom sessions.</div></div>