<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/12/17/a5121791078186cc5742da0bb14ba15e.jpg)</div>The little warmth of Nuria's rune as Ayca stands up brings a little pause from her.  Her back stiffens for just a moment as the heat works through her body, even with her blouse pulled a bit more closed than usual it is a lovely sight for her breasts pressed forward and up by her moving back.  A tiny little gasp, clearly of pleasure comes from the barmaid and her cheeks heat fast before she moves away from Nuria, giving her hand another gentle little slap, "You..." she purrs out as she adjusts her blouse again and moves a step or two out of reach, "Are poorly behaved.  But that's kind of the Delvers' reputation, isn't it?" she teases in a good natured, smiling sort of way.<br/><br/>As Yula approaches the table, a warm smile comes to Ayca's face and she gives a little curtsey of welcome.  All of the Delvers get warm greetings from Ayca, of course, but anyone who dresses in a fancy manner clearly is someone to curtsey to, so she does so.  She then flashes a wide, charming smile as she offers up one of her little emerald elixers to Yula, "I wouldn't mind at all, Yula.  I mean, I wouldn't say, like, an item.  But the Delvers are welcome and well loved here.  And don't worry, hang around and you can have your turn too."  She gives a mock-sly wink and then turns to Lorelei as she addresses her.<br/><br/>As Lorelei speaks to her, Ayca's face heats up bright red.  For a moment at the beginning, she bites her lower lip gently between her teeth, a very becoming shy look but clearly not an affectation.  By the end of it, her eyes look just a tiny bit misty, her back is straighter, and the grin across her face is absolutely genuine.  Her breathing also appears to have picked up a little, having Lorelei adjusting her blouse seems to have stirred something in the firey little thing, and her breasts rise and fall in an especially appealing way.  "Thank you, Lorelei," she murmers out softly with a note of pride and certainly seeming well charmed.  She touches Lorelei's hand softly and gives a warm, heart-melting smile.  "Like an abbess indeed and when the nunnery's all on stage, all the bar's the congregation," she jokes as she comes out of her reverie in response to the joy of the two of them performing together.<br/><br/>A bright laugh comes unbidden from Ayca as Phelypsis joins in with her cheerful contribution.  She moves about the table, picking up a couple of empty glasses and places a hand on the Andra's bare shoulder giving it an affectionate little squeeze.  "I can't wait to see it, Phel," she encourages her with a warm smile on her face.  "So I'll put you and Nuria down for the race!  And grab those noodles."  The handsy barmaid (how often the opposite of this seems to come!) gives a last look around the table to ensure nobody else needs anything and then turns to saunter away.  The pep-talk from Lorelei seems to have put a little bit more sway into her step, her well formed backside flicking back and forth.<br/><br/>Once she comes to the bar, she puts in the order with her uncle and then calls out in a loud, attention grabbing voice, "The race will be starting soon!  If you are racing or watching, please leave out the side door to the track!"