<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: Varliss<hr/><br/>Arianna made a small, vulpine growl at the halfling's intention to meet with Alanna, her eyes flashing to a slitted amber as her teeth sharpened to deadly points.  "Outside would be best, it's easier to clean up the blood.  Or you could leave my girls the fuck alone."  She watched him until he left, fingering the slim blade of a misericorde.<br/><br/>Once he was gone she shook herself, returning her body to fully human and her attention back to Amatha.  "Blackberry mead coming up!"  She took a few steps down the bar, swinging open an iron-bound hatch with a loud squeal of hinges.  It wasn't that the thing needed oiling; Arianna just liked the sound.  "This is an unusual blend; normally mead is very sweet, but they've coupled this with an herbal bouquet, mostly lavender.  I haven't quite decided whether I like it yet."  She quickly broke the wax seal, letting it crumble to flakes before she removed the cork and poured half the bottle into two glasses.  From below the counter she removed a slender glass vial, seemingly empty, but uncapped it carefully as though it were full.  She tipped it into one glass, blowing a puff of air to direct the invisible contents into the mead and was rewarded with a small splash.  "Infusion of a harpy's kiss," she stated, swirling the contents before handing it to Amatha and taking the other for herself.  "It enhances your natural radiance and makes you irresistable, not that you need it, lovely.  Now what's this about my table?  Comfort?  I was just going to have the maids hold someone down while we drove them mad with passion, but I suppose I could add a few pillows if you wish."  Two of the animated uniforms scurried off to do just that, while the others continued their mimed attempts to coax someone in.<br/><br/>She barely glanced over when Varliss arrived.  It wasn't that she disliked him; she didn't.  But he was just so very - meek?  absent?  useless? - that she generally couldn't be bothered.  Like a cat that always hid, one just left out scraps and wondered how the little thing would taste.  "Yes, we're fine."  As he'd know, if he weren't off shirking work as usual.  Her eyes flashed wickedly.  "Sure, grab a pillow and go climb up on that table, would you?"