<div class="floatleft">(http://ist1-4.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/1/3/E/t/13EtC/HeistPleasureslave_s.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>Noble Honey Trap<br/>Talana</strong></span></span><br/><strong> Elven, pleasure slave and cutpurse.  <br/>9 HP (Current 9),  AC 14</strong><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8655)<br/><br/>A infectious melody of soft laughter arose from the midst of a group of young suitors.  Whose own chuckles accompany the musical laughter in chorus.   As the proprietor of the laughter tossed her head  back,  eyes sparkled in a mischievous gleam to them.   Those about her all high born young men or of means.    Raising a hand back she wipe the bangs of her raven black hair back.   Revealing one of her elven ears.   All of this has played out before,  countless parties,   hundreds of faces.    The only difference between all the ones before and this one now.   Is these young men alot of them are grandsons of those she stood with  nearly a century ago.<br/><br/>For her master she is the noble honey trap.   The lure that drew them in,  that they readily gave up confidences.   Her hands are  whirlwind of activity.   Never one holding still.   As she would touch, set and place her hands on the various noblemen gathered around her in friendly overtures of familiarity.   All done in the course of a seemingly playful flirtation with those that via around, for her exclusive attention.<br/><br/>Of course they did not realize that their trinkets and baubles showing station and wealth are a risk.   That beyond the picture portrayed of a exotic royalty gracing the party.   That the mere pleasure slave also is a very accomplished cutpurse.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>