<div class="floatleft">(http://i986.photobucket.com/albums/ae348/Stef82K/Private/Mermaid/tiina_15_zpsbeqqkmtj.jpg)</div>As the two walk off Lorelei makes sure to give her backside even just a touch more stretch, something they'll remember and will be sure to have them back at the table one day. The nervousness of the artist endears her to him, humility was a fine quality as long as it was honest and would give way to action when called for. She laughed, hoping that Samem understood her tease and touched him reassuringly on the shoulder. Letting her fingers linger and glide down his arm.<br/><br/>Leaning back, her shoulders slump just a little as Samem looks to just give up but as he seizes the dice and offers up the hardest set of rules the game has to offer she leans forward, smiling widely and clapping. Pulling up her legs to sit side-saddle in the seat to watch the game unfold. Even a moment's delay to start is too much for the bard as she grabs the chilled wine, "Well, what are you waiting for?!" she blurts out excitedly and wide-eyed although in reality barely a grain of sand had fallen through the hourglass. Enthralled in the game so she didn't even really taste the first sip of wine but as she made her way further into the glass she paused to hold it up and look at it approvingly. She turned back to scan the room for the brewer, winking and giving a nod to show her appreciation but her attention wasn't removed from the game for long.<br/><br/>There was all sorts of excitement in the room, the race outside sounding to be one of the more interesting ones in years. Few were probably still interested in their game, as it was clear Lorelei's affections were to be claimed by the winner giving those not in the game little reason to pay heed. At least until her attentions would be turned back to the room and entertaining. For now though, she let out little yelps of excitement at each change of flow in the game. Occasionally she would just lean out, large breasts pressed on the table as she scooped up the chits and pushed them to the winner. It didn't really seem to matter who; there was equal excitement and encouragement whenever a good play was made, "Well done!" "Oh the dice did not like that!" "Lady Luck, there she is dancing on your shoulder!" and on and on she went. Only one thing was clear, Lorelei greatly enjoyed being the subject of a contest and the attention leaving the two man rather befuddled as to who exactly she was rooting for. In truth, both of them excited her hence her calling on Lady Luck to decide.<br/><br/>"Good play!" she remarked on Edmur's definitive round and soon Samem had to concede defeat. "Aw," her sympathetic voice genuine, "I look forward to that day, perhaps next time you won't leave it to a game of chance and instead come straight to me?" her pitch rises in the end, making is sound more like a request than a true question. She stands with him and gives the young artist the consolation prize, wrapping her arms around and leaning against him to give him a slow kiss on both cheeks. But quickly retreating before he would have a chance for a wandering hand to caress any part of her body. Giggling, Lorelei pulled away and hopped directly on Edmur's lap. Suddenly enough that he might not have expected it. She sits sideways on him and wraps her arms around his thick neck. Her thin, short skirt showing ample amount of leg and full curves of her rear. In fact, her dress was dangerously diaphanous and close to the blacksmith as she stared into him, "You have your prize, now what shall you do with her?"