<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 Guild Bar<br/>Tagging: Amatha, Alanna, Varliss<hr/><br/>Arianna tossed a few coins into the pint mug for Alanna.  "I imagine having you owe me could be fun...."  She returned the ifrit's gaze, looking her in the eyes as she moved behind her and turning her eyes back to Amatha only when she had to.  She moaned at the feel of the warm hands on her ass and sighed softly at the tail's touch, shifting slightly to spread her legs.  "Much better, girl."  Bracing her hands on Amatha's chest, she moved her hips forward slowly, never breaking away from the teasing tail as she lowered her wet sex against the elf's pretty little mouth.  "Lick me, slut," she instructed playfully.<br/><br/>The floating, glimmering card had definitely caught the attention of several men in the bar.  Many were simply average; no particular point against them, as Arianna knew her friend would enjoy every cock to take her and delight in repeated use.  Others varied, and she wondered which would suit Amatha's tastes more: the tall, lithe and handsome guardsman?  The brawny, scarred thug, whose tattooed arms proclaimed him to be a criminal bonebreaker?  Or the half orc, whose ugliness wasn't an issue through a blindfold and who cock was no doubt thicker and longer than Arianna's forearm?<br/><br/>The vixen reached over to thrust her fingers into Amatha a few times, hard and noisy, then licked them clean; in case that didn't give the men some spine, she took hold of each of the elf's ankles and spread her legs wide.  "Who's first?"<br/><br/>Just then, the messenger raced into the tavern, shouting for an owner.  With a snap of her fingers, Arianna called the man over, never moving herself from her friends' caresses, and took the letter.  A tinkling of prestidigitation opened it and held it in midair while she returned her hands to Amatha's ankles.