Talia nods reasuringly at Yolga as the man leaves the room, aware of his concern.  She frowns as Amara leaves, aware of the wrongness in HER reactions, but not able yet to do anything about it, and she looks at her new halfling admirer, and thinks.<em>he wants me to dance?</em>But, game enough, shimmys side to side, exagertating her motions, moving her hips sensuously, her hands opeing her cloak enough to siloette her form, then turning as she fumbles with her vest, to hide the akward movement.  Slipping her vest down her back, she turns again, one hand covering her breasts carefully, the other moving down her side, opening a portion of the cloak again, down her thigh, the cloak falling from her right shoulder behind her as she dips the shoulder.<br/><br/>Her left hand moves from her breasts, angling up to her neck, even as she spins again, her cloak flashing out behind her, she unhooks it, and spins it around in front of her.  Holding it like a towel just at her colarbone, she finishes the spin, and then starts moving towards the little man, right now just her size.  Letting her hands and cloak slip, bit by bit as she approaches him, she's thinking.<em>Mom would be happy with this part... but I'm not going to... I won't...</em>smiling happily at her victory of will, she let's the cloak fall to the floor, then makes a step over it, and reaches out to touch the evidence of her success, tented through the little man's trousers.