<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Xf5DUyb.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Yira Firebelly (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=267118.msg13177085#msg13177085)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tavern Wench Outfit (https://i.warosu.org/data/tg/img/0444/68/1451516699348.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open<br/><strong>MISC:</strong>Stealth to Hide Erection: 23 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=102964)<br/>Lute Performance: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=103104)<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Her master was asking her to eat and drink with him? With them? Her eyes widened at the implication of that. “M-master! Ya know folks like mahself caint go eten with whats such as yerself. Taint proper fer a servant ta eat at a noble's table.” She shook her head, the pixie cut of black hair puffing about as she did it. And while the adventurers it would have been OK to eat with, they were probably... her eyes lingered on the elf, no. Clearly they were above her station as well. She wouldn't intrude on her better's food and wine. "Thank ya, Master. Might kindly fer the offer." She smiled gently and moved to begin serving food and drink. She didn't have to go out and serve others in the bar but she couldn't bring herself to break the cardinal rule that had been drilled into her from the moment she'd hatched. Master Hyscrown was superior to her, she was just a maid, a scullery girl and a wench. She was a whore even! She had no place at a table of fine folk as she'd recruited. As she went about serving the adventurers and her master she was her usual flirty self, pressing in close and providing tantalizing views of her cleavage and scaled thigh, pending over to pick up dropped utensils and generally giving the group the exceptional service she'd learned in her time serving Master Hyscrown.<em>This is where ah belong</em>, she thought with a happy smile.<em>Servin' others an' makin' 'em happy.</em><br/><br/>As the serving was done she withdrew for a moment and returned with her lute. She took a spot in the corner of the room and began to play dinner music for the company of friends. An airy melody and if she was to be honest not her finest. Sitting trying to take her mind off her erection, staring at her Master and the cute ones around the table was having an effect on her and while she wasn't fully erect she was certainly far from flaccid. And it took a lot of wrangling to keep her dragonhood in check. So that could be an excuse for her playing. It was more that if she were to be honest with herself. She was finally in the company of her Master. The man she'd been raised to serve. So close but yet so far. She'd flirted with him for years but because of his station he would never return the affection she shared for the man. She sighed, closed her eyes and ended her song. She had serving to do. She set aside the lute delicately and stood up to return to her wenching duties, refilling wine, cleaning plates away from the group returning with more food as needed. She even came back with a bit of pipe weed incase any were the type to enjoy a relaxing pipe after their meal. She politely answered questions put to her, always in a polite and servile tone. She smiled, winked and flirted. And though her belly rumbled she did not sample the foods or taste the wines.