It was the smell that hit Lucille first, as she pushed her way through the crowd...Her hand on the hilt of her sword, to discourage anyone from getting *too* handsy ~ But it didn't stop the eager hands from settling on her shapely behind, brushing against the plush swell of those luscious globes, pulling away before she could see who'd chanced it-!<br/><br/><em>Petit Goave...</em>She tipped the wench with a gold coin, as she brought the flagon of ale to her lips - Taking a deep draught, the frothy, nutty taste making her eyes widen. This really felt<em>too</em>real in places...She could actually *taste* things. No, more than that - It tasted *good*.<br/><br/>A slim eyebrow arched, as she took in the tavern at a glance...Swaying to her feet, s-l-o-w-l-y. Her heels tapped out a steady rhythm, as she sauntered over to the stranger...<br/><br/>"-May I join you, Sir~?" she inquired, a husky lilt to her voice! "I was curious as to why you'd be sitting alone...What's on your mind?"