<div class="floatleft">(http://d.facdn.net/art/noben/1453351694/1453351694.noben_stargate525_sam.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Yira Firebelly (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=267118.msg13177085#msg13177085)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tavern Wench Outfit (https://i.warosu.org/data/tg/img/0444/68/1451516699348.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open<br/><strong>MISC:</strong>Performance: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=102913)<br/><hr/><br/>The best times of day was when Anders was sharing stories with the others. She slid through the crowd dropping off tankards and picking up glasses. She let out a giggle as someone pulled her up and​ onto their lap. ”Y’all need ta keep her hands ta yerself, Sugah.” She put her scaled hand on the broad chest and planted a light kiss. “Y’all know the rues. Y’all caint get touchy whal on duty.” She winked, lingered a bit longer and then slid from the dock works lap.<br/><br/><em>Bless his heart, The ole guy’s ready to go.</em>of course he wasn't the only<em>one</em>! She could feel herself sliding within her skirt and starting to tent her uniform as she slid behind the counter quickly with the flagons. She closed her eyes, drawing in a deep breath and trying to calm down. There wasn't anything she wanted more right now then to find someone and take them upstairs and break them. Cause the fucking to break the bed..and not just her hole… she wanted them all! It was hard, in many ways. She leaned forward pushing her tenting skirt under the bar. Rogi arched an eye. “Oh hush! Y’all know Ah’m just resting.” in a town as small as Pikestown everyone pretty much knew about “Yira’s Surprise”. They didn’t know why she was so twitchy though. The dwarf didn't need to say anything his smirk said it all. She<em>needed</em>a lay. Course if she were normal that would be easy. Find a guy press her ample, soft scalie breasts into a man and she'd be putty in his bed. Or if she let the girls see her throbbing need she'd be halfway buried in one of them. But… she wasn’t on duty for that tonight. Tonight was wenching and entertainment. Taking another deep breath she puffed out a blast of smoke to show her iritation. She put the glasses down heading into the kitchen. Even in her state right now she got glances from the staff. Even though she'd been here in Piketown long enough for virtually all the locals to know they still stared, and if she was in another mood might have indulged a few of them with a show as she teased herself a bit. Instead… she she slid down onto a crate, closing her eyes and sighing. She grabbed a nearby tray and pressed it over her crotch.<em>Don't be a dirty gal Yra. Y’all need ta just chill. Stupad curse.</em><br/><br/>It was a long process some days to cool herself off. Others the need went down right away. She supposed she was going to wake up to dirty bedding again tomorrow from holding back so much lately, but it was her duty… terrible as it was. Slowly she came back to the present, her body feeling less rigid in the area in question. She grabbed a quick bit of meat and a swig of spiced wine. She had to work now get more orders and more tips. The patrons were free with their appreciation of Yira most days which would cause a problem today. Not that she didn’t mind it was fun. As she came back around the corner where the dwarf sat he shoved a lute at her stomach. “Ah, Huney. Y’all wanna numbah? Ain't gotta ask.” She grinned and adjusted her bodice making sure she was settled into her dress both tip and bottom. The Dwarf flashed a grin and pointed out to the stage.<br/><br/>As she walked towards the improvised stage she slowly, lovingly and deliberately adjusted, plucked and listened to the note. She wanted the notes perfect if she could. Grabbing a flagon from a patron she took a swig wetting her throat, her tail encircling his shoulders and she grinned, leaning into him. “Ah’ll make it up ta y’all later, Sugah.” She caught the eye, grinned blew a short puff of smoke out her mouth and let her long draconic tongue flick out. Promises to ole Tom if he was strong enough for it.<br/><br/>The stage wasn’t anything impressive just a set of tables that were slightly raised about the others. As she drew closer the folks at the improvised stage drew apart. She swayed closer to one of the men and he easily lifted the dragon girl up on to the stage. She stood there for a second grinning before flourishing her lute with a quick catchy notes. “Evn y’all!” She smiled as eyes started to turn towards her. “Y’all don't need ta stop, just givin’ y'all somethin ta listen ta. So enjoy an.” She paused leaned forward a tad to display her generous frontage to those closests and several voices joined her apparent trademark saying. “If ya need anythin’ y’all just let mah know.”<br/><br/>She stood up and flipped her head up and back sending her little bit of black pixie hair into a puff. She stood straighter on the stage, her wings came off her back and spreading out. It had the desired effect of making her take up more room on the stage, to be a commanding pressence to those around her. She’d learned that from a Halfing performer and she took it to heart.. And slowly she started to play. Drawing the notes out into the crowded inn room.<br/><br/>The music somber for only a brief instant before it became a jaunty tavern sing-a-long. Her body slowly moved back and forth as she played a mischievous grin on her face. “Down at the Emperor's Flag’n, We'll laugh an’ dance an’ sing. We'll drink all day an Bull will pay, down at the Emperor's Flag'n.” Her voice clear as a bell and with a point of her tail she indicated the man nicknamed as Bull, causing a cheer from several and a boo from the man in question.. "Down at the docks, the ships come sailin’ in, we'll drink a toast with Rogi our host, down at the Emperor's Flag'n!” Again a point at the dwarf and then she was moving on the stage. Her feet moving into an improvised jig.<br/><br/>“The moon is full, the bar is too, when ya come ta town. We'll have a beer, cause Anders here, so spread the cheer around!” She pointed her tail at first the only occupants she didn’t recognize at once, and after five years she knew most every regular at the flagon. And then with a spin and a fluttering of her wing she pointed and danced in Anders direction. Her bare feet making no sound on the stage.<br/><br/>“Down at the Mill, owners name is Kim, an with a smile she'll serve in style, just don't forget ta tip her most, Down at the Emperor's Flag'n!” She slipped from the table with a flourish, catching the eyes of a few, winking and sashaying towards a group in the corner before she was snagged by her tail and swung back towards the crowd. Her hands not missing a note. She collided, back against a tall half orc and she looked up, blew a kiss and pushed away. Her tail wrapping around, stroking and touching the patrons as she danced.<br/><br/>“Down at the Emperor's Flag'n, we'll laugh an dance an sing, We'll drink all day an Bull will pay, Down at the Emperor's Flag'n.” She was hauled bodily, grinning mischievously onto a table in the middle of the inn. Her tail snaking around the broader shoulder of one of the guys and her wing lingering on another. Her hips moving in time to her impromtpu off lyrical song. The taut stomach rolling as she danced.<br/><br/>“Down at the Emperor's Flag'n, Ah’ll laugh an dance an sing, Ah'll drink an<em>play</em>the hours away…” she winked at the new members in the crowd and dropped her wings onto her shoulders, simulating a red cloak famous for the working girls. “So drink an’ sing an’ play at the Emperor's Flag'n!” With a flourish she finished her notes, bowed and kissed the closest Tavern member. And she wasn’t unmolested as she returned to the back room, her butt or tail being smacked often.. She was lifted giggling into the air and set down on several occasions where she’d lay a hand on the offender and whisper in their ear. With a flirty smile she danced away.<br/><br/>After awhile she sauntered up to the group a collection of wine cups in her hands and a large bottle of spiced apple cider. She slid it in front of the newcomers. “Here ya are, Sugahs,” she leaned forward, her heaving breasts on display. “On the house.” She fixed each of the pretty ones with her emerald green eyes, her fangs flashing in the dimmer light of the area they set. “Y’all new in town. Hope y’all like the place.” She unstoppered the wine and began pouring as she stated the obvious. “Y’all can call me Yira. Yira Firebelly.” She smiled, set the jug of wine down and stood up again. “Y’all need anything,” she breathed deeply, her bosum threatening to fall out of her boddice. “Y’all just holla an’ Ah’ll come runnin’ ta help.”<br/><br/>She couldn’t help it but she licked her snout, her long draconic tongue reaching up and cleaning a good portion of her mouth and nostrils, as she checked out each of the cuties at the table. From the tall red head to the fluffy looking one to the dainty elf and the sexy guy. Mmmm she wanted to... She shook her head, feeling herself start to stir. She smiled sheepishly and bowed low. “Y’all need me, ya just giva holla. Ole Yira’ll coma runnin.” As if thinking of something she grinned and winked at the closest one, coming in extra close, her tail wrapping around the shoulders of another one. "An if y'all want yer drinks a bit warmed well, just ask mah." She let out a tiny wisp of fire from her mouth. "'Fore ah leave, what fixin's can I getcha?" she moved to perch on the edge of a chair, apparently unconcerned with persona space.