The nymph's words may as well have stayed in Sperethiel,  for all the good they did; Madame Sixpence was all too ready to win the...  Hearts... Of her audience back from the outsider, and she wasted no time in sabotaging the elf in the best way that her closed little mind could think up.<br/><br/>"Wouldja listen to her? Hard ta be subtle,  she says..." With a vicious grin,  the dancer flipped her skirt up to flash her still gleaming sex towards the audience. "Oops! I was aiming fer subtle an' it just popped out!"<br/><br/>The flash of flesh drew some appreciative cheers and whistles from the crowd, but Sixpence was focused now and hushed them all down with a loud click of her heels on the stage.<br/><br/>"Lemme guess...  You were just hoping for an interview, huh?  An' ya just didn't quite understand the whole 'dress fer the job you want'  thing didn't quite apply to a gutterschlick like yerself... " The woman's eyes flashed as she turned her attention to the blue collars in the room. "She probably makes other elves look bright,  huh boys?"