Velma seemed to consider the offer.<strong>"Well, I know my da wouldn't mind staring at your backside.  He's a harmless old lech tho.  I love my grumpy dwarven dad, don't get me wrong, but he's old, really old.  I don't think anyone is even sure as he lies about everything, especially his age, all the time." </strong>Velma rolled eyes behind wire framed glasses,<strong> "But I know my nephew Flint is over a century and a half, and that's dad's grandson." </strong>She leaned in and whispered, even though they were the only two in the room,<strong>"I think he's seen the sun set on over four centuries.  But if I ask him he threatens to bend me over his knee and whollop me.  I stopped asking years ago."</strong>She sighed,<strong>"I only mention this because he might pinch your backside or give you an appreciative look, but he's as harmless as a toothless bunny rabbit.  Just don't ever let him think that you feel that way about him.  He can get down right cranky and mean at times."</strong><br/><br/>She laughed.<strong>"Anyways I'm sure that Da wouldn't appreciate a bit of eye candy.  But as for playing music, do you know any dwarven ballads?  I don't think he'd appreciate anything bawdy, this isn't a rough and tumble tavern like the seven hells.  But something dwarvish, heroic maybe?  Or something soft and lending to a calm ambience, either of those might be good.    You could keep any tips of course."</strong><br/><br/>Velma leaned in and slapped Miyuki's bottom,<strong> "Of course, just because Da might be harmless, doesn't mean I'm not willing to act on my lechery, especially at the end of the night if you're still around."</strong>