<div class="floatright">(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mezwt7mPSf1qh83di.jpg)</div>Miyuki noted the difference between the Seven Hells and the Split Pig, especially the mannerisms of the patrons and the unmolested manner her body experienced on her way to the bar. The barman, Jakob, took an gaze at Miyuki in a way she could describe as appreciative, and she smiled in return, allowing him the view of her body and whatever her chest could offer. When he spoke, Miyuki listened, and she noted that this tavern seemed not to turn away people who appeared 'touched'. However, Jakob did a good job, and while her people occasionally shun these, choosing to rely on 'normal' beings for work to maintain a high standard for visitors, Miyuki often saw them enter her shrine for a blessing, to thank the gods for a new job, or to enjoy what the junior priestesses offer in terms of the flesh.<br/><br/>The ale nearly made a face of Miyuki, but the unique aftertaste had her licking her lips and eyes going wide at the sensation it blessed her with. The smoothness was appreciated, and Miyuki wondered if she could find some rice wine in Laelith to complement her previous diet of fish, rice, and vegetables. Oh and not forgetting, her daily serving of oranges and their juices, this particular dish being Miyuki's staple back in her shrine, almost as important as her milk baths to preserve her body from a young age.<br/><br/>A sturdy dwarf soon appeared, Miyuki taking a hint from his aged features that he must be Dwalin Thunderaxe, the tavern keeper whom Vii mentioned. Miyuki maintained her smile and he came over, a hand even bringing several strands of her hair to the front as she allowed the clump to settle on the curve of her left breast. The grin on the dwarf's face was noted, and Miyuki smiled in return, her eyes accepting his looks when he finally reached her, the bar top receiving extra wipes as Miyuki took another sip of her ale.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Welcome to The Split Pig my fine lass.  Ain't ever seen ye here 'afore.  What is the ripest peach in the land doin' by sullyin herself at my counter?  Has word o' me legendary prowess in the bedsheets drawn ye up here straight away from the docks where ye arrived?  Or maybe it's jus me cooking that brought ye in?"</em></strong><br/><br/>Miyuki smiled at the dwarf's words. At first she said nothing but when she placed the mug down to reply, a finger traced the outline of her bra to shift the clump of hair away, and as if it was nothing, Miyuki pulled on the top of the garment, giving her breasts a slight jiggle as she released it.<br/><br/><strong>"A little of many, Master Dwarf."</strong>Miyuki replied.<strong>"Fine food I have heard of this tavern, and finer men who reside here, including a founder of this town."</strong>Her words came out as if she was singing a song, a tune improvised in her head after years of training.<strong>"I happen to be looking for a lady dwarf, Velma Thunderaxe. Might I have the pleasure of knowing where I can find her?"</strong>