<div class="floatright">(http://puu.sh/o69Lc.jpg)</div>Nuria's eyes grew ever so slightly more attentive when Ayca showed off her lustrous hair, the ember glow in them a constant presence that, just like most other things about her, caused some to give her berth, yet drew others in all the more. She looked pleased, all the more for the fact that the barmaid had figured out that she liked that fiery mane and was mercilessly using it against her time and time again. To seduce -- and be seduced in turn -- was a wonderful game and the half-elf, though she had for some reason shied away from the life of an adventurer, certainly liked to play with fire. That habit might get her burnt some day, but not today.<br/><br/>Again her fangs flashed, an appreciate smile curling her lips as the redheaded vixen played right along and with mock surprise slid up against her until she was almost sitting on top of the firestarter, returning the favor of a hand on her hip  as Nuria looked up to her face, idly pushing a strand of her hair aside with the tip of her nose.<br/><br/>Of course, then Ayca confirmed the tale about the wizard, earning her a look of surprise -- the Godlike had not expected that. "You're pulling my leg, aren't you?" she asked, still not quite prepared to believe that someone, somewhere actually came up with a spell to make mud more slippery. Her expression shifting very quickly to one of mirth and a brief pout as their host talked about the exploits of the day before. Perhaps she was imagining those images now conjured -- no, scratch that, she definitely was imagining them. An idle finger played along the line of the woman's belt, teasingly ran towards the middle where one quick mischievous move  might leave the half-elf rather more exposed before the crowd than she was used to.<br/><br/>She lingered there, for a moment, teasingly, tantalizingly -- but then drew upward to simply caress the woman's belly. Turnabout was only fair play, considering Ayca was fiddling with her armor -- what little there was. A pink nipple was all too quick to peek out as soon as the half-elf fiddled with her chest pieces*, not that Nuria seemed to mind. She was luxuriating in the attention.<br/><br/>"You evil minx," she broke out after the last question, with a hearty laugh that probably shook the 'accused' a bit. "You know that I like surprises! But now you're making me curious." She purred a 'hmmm', then also looked towards the others, apparently content to leave the decision to them.<br/><br/>*How they normally stayed in place was a carefully guarded secret passed down the Cult of the Living Flame for generations!<br/>