Amatha was a bit disappointed when it seemed that Himari would not be playing along and climbing atop the table for a group massage. Those long shapely legs began moving in the direction of the bar, her skirt swishing slightly as curved hips swayed. Each smile that was direct to her was returned with a warm one of her own. Playful winks were offered to the more handsome waving men as she momentarily pondered heading over to one of their tables.<br/><br/>The distraction of the waving men was enough to allow the casting of that spell to slip under her notice. That smile that had been gracing her lips since she entered, turned into a slight frown of concern as she spotted the man holding onto Himari's wrist. Her path to the bar shifted subtly to take her nearer to Himari just in-case the catgirl needed assistance. But that is when she spotted the literal growing fury that was Alanna. With the situation handled by their fiery friend, she'd continue her way to the bar.<br/><br/>She'd lean over infront of the bar, offering Arianna a wide smile<strong>"Good evening! I'm glad I'm not too late for the night's festivities! How have things been? I've got another batch of potions"</strong>As she leaned over the bar to speak with her good friend, a naughty spirit had decided it was a great time for some fun while the witch was distracted. Ever so slowly, the back of her dress' skirt was being raised up into the air, centimeter by centimeter.