Playing<strong>Cock's Crown</strong>again and using my +1 forward against the players for an At 2016-06-01 19:25:12, Robyn Hood (uid: 15876) rolls: 2d6a3 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88936)! This time Lorelei plays to thin the crowd, demanding a forfeit from the jeweler and the brewer.<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i986.photobucket.com/albums/ae348/Stef82K/Private/Mermaid/tiina_20_zpsn04j2jgp.jpg)</div>Truth be told Lorelei wasn't really thinking about sex. She wasn't so naive to not understand her manipulations and the desires of men. However, for Freeromp she generally just enjoyed being part of other's celebrations. Singing, dancing and playing to the crowd and working up their appetites. For what, she seldom cared but there was little in the world that would make her more at ease than to gift happiness to others. Actually the brutish blacksmith was more her type. Leaning in on the table in the last play, she again 'accidentally' had to put her hand on the big man's thigh to steady herself. His large arms matched by a more rotund shape that befitted a blacksmith, unlike that of the sleek warriors he was masculine on a different type looking as one would who worked the earth and stood next to a hot forge all day. For a brief moment as her hand lingered, her mind urged her to reach a little further and find the bulge in his pants to massage. Could she do so under the table without the others noticing? But then of course she wouldn't want there to be a mess so she would have to lean over and...<br/><br/>But in the end her hand retreated, giving him a soft smile as her tongue just barely runs along her lower lip offering the big man the most furtive glance of lustful hunger. Now was not the time for those thoughts as she gazed into the eyes of the younger man. He had a haunting look that intrigued her and it was as if she could not remove her eyes from him. Even as the jeweler's foot brushed on hers (protected by the fine and sturdy blue wraps that served as boots) and offered his compliment, she would shyly tilt her head against her shoulder not looking away from the artist. Pausing further as her hand was lifted until she finally addressed the jeweler, "You flatter me, having been such a good instructor that I should play this game well! I owe you a payment in kind." She winked at Samem, keeping him waiting for her response. "But it seems we have a fellow artist at the table. And better yet, he offers himself without hesitation," she looks up to the side and places her forefinger on her chin in mock contemplation. "And even better still he would grant my wish. But..." she grins and turns back to look across all the men at the table and then over her shoulder at any who happen to be listening in, "what should I wish of such a man? One who spends coins and tends to pretty girls? More coin? Introduce him to pretty girls?" Lorelei pauses, letting the others hoot, holler and joke but of course she ignored all their suggestions. "No no no, none of those will do!" Her hand still gently being held so close to his lips, in what the young man must now be thinking is a perpetually delayed kiss. She turns to Samem again finally, her mouth a broad smile, "If you are indeed a painter then I wish that you would paint me. If you feel you are skilled enough in the task." Her tone dangerously inviting and offering it up as a challenge. "But for now!" Lorelei pulls her hand from Samem and slaps both of hers on the table, "Another game!" She laughs and reaches for the dice.