Panting to myself and grumbling over being unable to use my wings to escape a crazy groupie. Making a face at no one in particular as I make my way the tavern. Sighing out in relief at being back in familiar territory, as this is the sort of place a bardic succubus such as myself enjoys. Smiling off to no one as I wiggle my butt at strangers and seeing the three sluts on MY stage!?<br/><br/>Pouting even harder at this travesty or good upstanding moral behavior, as I wander up to the stage and let out a huff of contempt.<strong>"Are you done with the stage yet, a <em>real</em> bard needs to use it to spread her wonder and talents to the uncivilized!"</strong>