Smirking as she helped the unwitting man make a small donation to her cause, Camille allowed herself to enjoy the sight of the bar wench's bouncing cleavage  as she made her away over to the last empty bar stool. Taking a seat like an elegant lady with legs crossed, she got her drink and was letting the alcohol soothe her nerves when she was interrupted.<br/><br/>A quick sweep up and down the pretty thing's body later and Camille was smiling her most charming smile. Half-elfs were always wonderful - enough familiarity to be easily compatible, while retaining just a touch of the exotic to keep things fresh. "Yes, very. Good stamina, and soft, too. Why don't you have a seat and find out?" As the other places were already occupied, she uncrossed her legs and patted her thigh suggestively, leaving "on my lap" unsaid but very much meant.<br/><br/>"Bartender! Something nice for my lady friend, if you please." She tossed another coin in his direction as she kept her attention on the girl.