<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/Characters/90031511-ebbe-4b70-853d-8fb39e25b4f3_zps2a26dcef.jpg)    </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Arianna Morgan</span><br/>Kitsune Transmuter & Bartender (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=178661.msg8519539#msg8519539)<br/>Location: The Guild Bar<br/>Tagging: Celia<hr/><br/>Arianna moaned softly and moved against both women as they worked upon - and within - her.  Her lithe, glistening body moved against them in short, undulating movements, while she returned the lascivious stares of onlookers with a few dark glowers.  Normally she wouldn't care to do something like this so publicly, but it was for Amatha, who was a worthy cause.<br/><br/>With a sigh that was more sexual than suffering, she gestured one of the men forward at random, deciding to think less on which Amatha would prefer; after all, it seemed likely her wanton friend would get a chance to take each one before the end of the night.  The john glanced again at the floating sign, confirming the message and amount as if still in slight disbelief, then dropped a few coins into the glass.  Arianna continued to pull the elf's legs wide, while a maid reached down to guide the man's rigid member into Amatha.<br/><br/>Arianna looked toward the drow with slightly unfocused eyes, nodding vaguely and dropping the paper to the bar top.  "Tomorrow," she muttered as a maid passed behind Viralae and pressed a cool kiss to her shoulder before taking the apron from her.