<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/Characters/90031511-ebbe-4b70-853d-8fb39e25b4f3_zps2a26dcef.jpg)    </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Arianna Morgan</span><br/>Kitsune Transmuter & Bartender (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=178661.msg8519539#msg8519539)<br/>Location:  The<del>Brothel</del>Guild Bar<br/>Tagging:  Varliss, Na'vi<hr/><br/>Arianna bustled behind the bar with the graceful, constant movements of one long practiced in the art.  It had been her initial career after she'd first been granted the human form she wore now; at the time it seemed simple enough, as she was reasonably adept at alchemy and considered that mixing drinks couldn't be very different.  That part was true enough, but she'd never counted on the crowds or the customers.  It had been hard at first, hard enough that she almost retreated to her vulpine form full time, but she'd finally caught the ebb and flow of the customers and how to control the crowd.  It had marked her first real victory as an independent, sentient being.  Of course, these days she could firmly assert that it was her bar.<br/><br/>She pulled from her daydreams to read over the halfling's order.  It was a bit ridiculous - an act of foolishness or overcompensation that screamed 'trying too hard'.  Was he trying to impress Alanna?  Or salving his ego for being too cowardly to approach the fiery damsel?  It never ceased to baffle her, despite years of bartending and several attempts at explanation, how humanoids made the connection of drinking to big cocks to manliness.  Things were much more logical as a fox; if her suitor were clever, agile and fit enough, she would allow him to catch her and please her with his proven skills.  "Whatever, fine," she murmured to herself, "we may as well make things interesting."<br/><br/>She poured his drink, then reached beneath the counter for her additives; this called for a few pinches of briarweed oil.  It would loosen his inhibitions: it wouldn't cloud his mind as much as the alcohol, although he'd certainly feel a bit high, but rather sharpen things and make whatever urges he was feeling already seem oh so much more sensible.  Judging the way he looked at the ifrit she added a satyr's hair, burned to ash and mixed, to aid his virility and lust.  She licked the rest off her own fingers, enjoying the tart carbon taste and the stirring of her own passions, but a tingling wave of prestidigitation removed any odd flavor or texture from the drink and gave the ale a nice head besides.  She sent the mug out with a smile, wondering if he was inventive enough to figure out a way or if he'd settle for some lesser game (alchemy 29).  For her own part, Arianna felt the usual temptation to use an elemental body to give the dancer a decent seeing-to but felt disinclined to make a public spectacle of herself.  She wasn't particularly shy; she simply felt other people were here for her amusement, rather than vice versa.<br/><br/>And speaking of amusement, she grinned, the sylph's embarrassment was divine.  Arianna looked to one of her four Maids; the invisible but very tangible body of a lithe servant animated by an enchanted uniform of the most suggestive sort, a maid's costume of black silk and lace that would have been obscene on anything else.  Na'vi, like Arianna, seemed to have a preference for watching.  So just to be contrary, as the kitsune walked the enchanted servant past her peer a white opera glove reached out to give Na'vi's pert bottom a light swat then lifted the skirt and exposed far more than just legs to the crowd before slipping away to deliver another order.