<div class="floatleft">(http://i986.photobucket.com/albums/ae348/Stef82K/Private/Mermaid/tiina_20_zpsn04j2jgp.jpg)</div>"Oh how I would love to vist Val-Derumin and its famous gardens," she addressed the jeweler, "Perhaps you and I could play our game there some day?" her tone distinctly coquettish when giving the suggestion. Although there was a grain of truth to it, she did indeed want to see the famous gardens. But the young man had her attention but he quickly blundered with the rather clumsy delivery of his line. Leaving Lorelei with an awkward look on her face. However she softens the blow by doing an equal softening of her expression into a wry smile. Toying with his sheepishness, she snatches the sketch from his hand before it could be properly presented. "How bleak!" There is a stark contrast in her tone, excited by the dark portrayal of the place she called home, "Would you make of me such a blackness? Dull my charms and light?" Lorelei was teasing but did admire his work, "Well, you did ask what I would have of you but you are not obligated," she winked, "unless of course you are." And she left it at that, words to confuse and muddle her intentions, leaving his imagination to fill in the blanks. A preferred state, as she had yet to make up her mind as to how the night was to end. Her eyes casting over her shoulder briefly at the stage; she did want to perform but perhaps it was not meant to be this night. It was still young though and there was much to do.<br/><br/>For instance, sending the two merchants packing. There was much laughter as Nel and the blacksmith had to drink a round or two of the special concoction. Which she figured was probably more meant for the likes of her to lower inhibitions and perhaps dull the senses enough for them to take advantage should she end up in an inebriated state. To her delight though, the tables where quite turned and the two had to finally exit the game. Lorelei was turned sideways in her chair, but with her back to them as her round backside (just as luscious and well shaped as her front) jutted just oh-so-far off the chair for them to gaze upon its glory as they made their walk of shame, "If it is drinks you fetch, grab for me a glass of wine. You are a brewer and expect you to know my tastes." With a roll of her neck the long locks of hair seemed to flow like a stream behind her movements as she fluttered her eyelashes at them innocently, "You know where I am to be found, should you wish the chance to earn back your coin," her mouth widening to a grin, "Or perhaps play Cock's Crown again."<br/><br/>The touch of the blacksmith caused an obvious reaction, his hand on her waist made her chest heave. As he leaned in to speak she froze for just a moment, so close as her wide blue eyes locked with his. It wouldn't be so easy though, twisting back into a proper seated position making his hand fall off her form, "At your service." Another bright smile and a slight bow to take credit for her performance at the game. Asked if the game should continue she turns back to Samem, the smile never leaving her face and only getting more intense as the young man becomes flush. "Perchance. But now there are just three of which two seem less and less interested in coin or pride." Her attention goes back to the blacksmith, "And do I detect...<em>submission</em>in your voice?" her pitch turning upward sharply in faux-aghast. Leaning back her eyes move from left to right, between the two men as she twirled one of her braided locks in her finger while her other hand just touched her own face only barely and traced down her chin to between the impressive cleavage. "Then again, perchance there is a different prize to be won." She leaned forward and pushed the dice to the center, seeing who would reach for them first, "If the two remaining players thought the prize worth fighting over." Lorelei had removed herself from the game now and left it to the dice to decide which of the two men would have her full attentions.