<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/Dhampir_Sorceress.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mephis<del>Daphoinos</del><br/><strong>Race:</strong><del>Ḩ̸̉å̴̱l̷̤͒f̷̺̎-̶̨̚E̴͖̾l̶̯̓f̷͓̒</del>Dhampir<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Sorcerer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer, Divine Mark, Harlot's Mark, Slave of Lord Victor Balebrook, Traitor to Atlantica<br/><hr/><em>"I vant to suck your dick!"</em><br/><br/>Needless to say, Mephis was... rather caught off guard by the sudden joke. Her face flushed an even deeper shade of red, but seeing that Muula had only meant it as a bit of lighthearted humor, she relaxed after a few seconds. She was still a bit confused by the joke afterwards, though. It was some sort of odd accent, maybe from somewhere in the southeastern parts of the Free Nations? Or likely the minotauress's original world, come to think of it. Clearly there was some cultural reference there that she wasn't getting, maybe it was even a direct line from some bawdy play or something. That offer of a drink was also filed away for later, of course. She doubted her master would let the minotaur woman have that kind of fun with her for free, but perhaps a trade could be worked out. Maybe he would find the hyper-curvaceous woman attractive himself, or perhaps there was some other service she could perform for him... Admittedly, the thought of a threesome made her mouth water.<br/><br/><em><strong>"You're here for the job too?"</strong></em>Thankfully, Thistle brought up a welcome distraction from her desires, and those hungry red eyes flicked over to her again.<br/><br/>"I am here to hear Lord Nyrood out, at least." The young woman's voice was soft, but melodic. It was the sort of voice that was guaranteed to send a shiver down your spine if she were to whisper into your ear. "I am a slave, as well as an adventurer, but my master has authorized me to speak on his behalf. Whether or not I accept this job will depend on whether the rewards seem worth the risk."<br/><br/>Soon enough, another adventurer arrived, a short, blue-skinned man whose name she recalled was Hiroshi, and with this one came another impressive tent. It seemed that the cat-eared woman was rather adept at stirring up the lusts of those around her. A brief image of herself and the other woman both getting bent forward over the table and railed came to the dhampir's mind and caused her to squirm slightly in her seat as she adjusted herself, but she did her best to avoid dwelling on her fantasies too much, at least at the moment. Their host's words in particular caught her ear. An opportunity for wealth, but one far riskier than dealing with the feral goblins that they had fought thus far? That sounded interesting, but the reward would definitely have to be worth it in order for her to be able to agree. She was one of her master's most prized possessions, after all, and couldn't allow herself to be carelessly or casually damaged, even if the risk was one she might normally be inclined to take.