<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Yioojfs.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ho Semun (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=345845.msg16297519#msg16297519)<br/><strong>Race/Class:</strong>Human Elementalist Lvl 3<br/><strong>HP:</strong>19/19<strong>Armor:</strong>0<strong>XP:</strong>0/10<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The Spilled Tap Tavern being a place full of scum was probably not the sort of place one should come in as skimpy a garb as the curvy little Ho Semun did. A  dark purple collar like band of cloth enclosed her throat from which the strip of cloth that served as her dress's chest covering stretched down, the strained fabric with the floppy bow tied directly between her jiggly breasts didn't even cover the sides of the plush mounds leaving the strap of her bra fully exposed.  The corset clasped around her waist kept the fabric tight even as the lower half barely fluttered around the start of her wide hips with only a pair of loincloth style fabric strips hanging between her legs kept her crotch and soft rump partially covered. A pair of heels ensured there was a sway to her hips with every step and her gloves were connected to elbow length arm coverings. Wrapped loosely around her waist is the only thing of any solidity to it, a pair of heavy chains that seem to writhe and twitch at times.<br/><br/>Bright blue eyes peered at the client through her glasses as he explained the problem he had, a frown slowly curling her lips as he continued on. When he asked if they had questions she went to speak only to be beaten to it by Yva, her eyes widening as the dragon sought more money. "Yva! You can't be so mean. That's well over double what he was offering and the time restriction might be because the trinkets are only good for so long." A finger taps her lips as her head tilts slightly. "They might need them for some family ritual or something which is why they've no value to anyone but him..."<br/><br/>With a shake of her head that sets her pinkish-blonde hair dancing she leans in towards Char, hands dropping to her lap leaving her arms squishing the sides of her breasts and bulging them out against the thin covering. "Speaking of we really need to know what the trinkets are if you want them found. Wouldn't want to bring you the wrong things after all. Be dreadful that you needed a token carved in a church and we brought you sprigs gathered under the full moon."<br/><br/>Her head tilts the other way as she stars at Char, fang worrying her lower lip even as her fingers start toying with the material of her loincloth. "Or perhaps something else... not of use to any beyond your family so not the typical things. Every few months means they either break easily or loose potency or go bad in some way..."