As a halfling Tessa made it through the crowd with less groping than a taller girl would expect.  Everyone standing could hardly cop a feel, and just ended up patting her head like she was a kid, which quickly drained her appeal for most of them.  Those sitting down however could manage to touch her legs discreetly or, as with one adventurous soul, cop a feel of her butt before turning back and pretending it never happened.  Tessa could see at least four culprits however if she turned around, and every one of them looked like they'd volunteer to help single them out if she let them compare their hands to the one she felt.<br/><br/>The men at the table were laughing, having seen it all, and welcomed her with broad smiles.  A pair of humans, one middle-aged and a gruff veteran of whoring more than fighting and the other a relatively handsome youth with a winning smile and thick head of black hair, offered her a seat at their table.  Between them.  Pulling up a seat they motioned for Tessa to come join them or risk having stretch her neck just to look over the table if she sat across from them.  The bar wasn't halfling friendly apparently.<br/><br/>"We enjoyed your show, honey," smiled the older one.  "You've got some pretty moves for a pretty shorty.  Where'd you come from, and how long you staying?"