<div class="floatright">(https://i-h1.pinimg.com/564x/a3/f5/06/a3f506b39e86704cd09fbbb7cfd2a1ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Kerrison Val'seth (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=295336.msg14476805#msg14476805)</strong><br/><strong>Time of day:</strong>25th of Duscar (Decmeber), Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Emon, Central District, The Light-heart Tavern, Brothel, and Inn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lenne Briarwood, Gil Button<br/><strong>Content:</strong>going about their day in the tavern<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Group initiative : 13<br/><strong>Stats:</strong>HP:16 AC:19<br/><hr/><br/>Keri couldn't tell you quite what came over him at that moment. He had danced before, at the request of others or because it would be fun, but despite his grace and dexterity, none would normally think of him as a skilled dancer much less capable of the sensual performance he put on display at this moment. He himself was shocked by how the music seemed to have moved him far beyond his traditional talents. He ended feeling rather invigorated, the eyes of many on him and the elf bard. He was almost a little this hadn't happened in the evening when the crowds would be drunker and more enticed by the show. He'd bet they could have made twice as much then, and that he could haggle up his prices for his company. Pity he had zero confidence he could repeat such a display. Keri was by no means clumsy or poor on his feet, but he was certainly no dancer. His grace was that of a fighter. Though this did make him think it would be wise to keep practicing this sort of thing, could make gathering coin easier in the future if he could put on a show to a room rather than pleasure patrons one by one.<br/><br/>He was interrupted from those musings the bard speaking to a patron nearby. He hopped down from the table still slightly breathless and gave the elf a curious look when what she intended was made clear he wrinkled his knows and rolled his eyes in exasperation.<em>I forget, this is why I prefer to avoid bards. They always have to complicate things.</em>"Well...Luck has never been much of a friend of mine" Keri said forcibly pulling his composure back into place, and putting on his best customer pleasing smile "If the chance is how you wish to split this than so be it."<br/><br/>Keri watched and waited for the half-orc to divide the coins, his tail swishing in anticipation. When the final count was all cleared up the red-skinned tiefling let out a rueful little laugh "Once more Lady Luck seems to against me. So be it, that performance was much more of a fluke on my end, I suppose Lady Luck feels I didn't earn my share fairly." He stood up and leaned in close the elf "Should you need ideas on things to spend it on, perhaps you'll keep me in mind. Then I can show you what I really do to earn my keep around here." He gathered up his winnings and went back over to the bar to claim the food  Alana had set aside for them, now quite ready for a meal.<br/><br/>He signaled for Alana to hand him the plate and sat down at the bar next to a redheaded halfling. Noting them teasing another patron who was starting to enjoy Milana. A sweet girl from what Keri had gotten to know of her. eager for the job but still new and somewhat easily embarrassed by the nature of this sort of work. He couldn't have the halfling embarrase her out of a good sell. A distraction felt in order.<br/><br/>"Good morning stranger..." He said turning on his stool to face the halfing, deliberate crossing their shapely legs and arching their body to more accentuate their alluring figure "Tell me, do you come here just to tease customers or are there..." He let his eyes wonder suggestively "...other things you do for fun around here?"