The witches silky skin was fair despite her apparent comfort with her scanty attire.  Lavender eyes twinkled as they took in the newcomers.  She danced in place, swaying her body and undulating her taut belly with great talent if no actual skill.<br/><br/>She regarded the sorcerer, eyes heating.  Then the paladin and bit her lower lip as her bosom swayed.  At the elf her tongue touched her lower lip.  For a time, though, she danced on in silence.<br/><br/>After a while, though, she spoke in a playful voice, "A pity the music is so soft in here," her eyes met the elf's, "Don't you think neighbor?  If they couldn't pretend there was no music perhaps these gentlemen would ask us to dance.  But I'd loose my witching license if I missed out on a dance because I was too fluttery and emberassed to initiate."<br/><br/>She dropped her arms to her sides and strode right boldly up to the orckin in armor, curtsied with energy that made her barely concealed breasts bob and sway, and inquired, "Sir knight, I am Rhinda the Wind's Kiss.  May I have this dance?"<br/><br/>