Laurin extended a rather dainty, pale hand to meet Balfor's. Postured as she was, her arm pressed into her right breast, mashing it against the other. The sea of cream rose in a wave that crested like none of the other's and the dark crescent of an areola peeked out from the horizon of her leather bodice. "Laurin Rykes, a pleasure to meet you." Came the rather velvety tone. Her exposed assets disappearing again once her hand was released, clutching the first mug of her night.<br/><br/>She'd yet to polish off the drink, and it had barely been her first. "I may need four to catch up with Joli." She mused hesitantly before raising the mug and emptying the contents into her awaiting mouth.<em>Such focus on potency, and making the taste tolerable; quite a turn around from what I am used to!</em>Ofcourse, a discerning eye met with Joli and ear twitched at her dialogue. A suggestive smirk tugged at Laurin's features as her eyelids fell to half-mast. "Joli, I'm fairly certain the only hair you'd be manipulating of theirs lies below the belt-line and the only talk of boys would involve you and bearing children." She traced the rim of her mug with her forefinger as she fixed that stare upon Joli, waiting for her response or the round offered.