Alanna chuckled at Arianna's comments, amused by the kitsune's presumption of being in charge here. The dancer finished her drink and proceeded to hop over the bar, landing lightly on the other side as she gave the two women in their embrace an amused smile. "Mm, maybe I don't feel like paying. Maybe I'm just going to<em>take</em>what I want." The fiery woman whispered sultrily as she took light, slow steps, gliding over to her two guildmates, until she joined them in a mess of bodies, her thighs rubbing against theirs and her bountiful silk-wrapped bust pressing against their sides. The Ifrit's body was, as always, warmer than any other person's, very comfortably so.<br/><br/>"Are you sure you can handle me, though?" She jested at the bartender with a sly smirk, pulling her hand back and then bringing it forth to smack Arianna's luscious ass loudly, as she used a little magic to make her touch a tad warmer. A tad meaning, Arianna could feel a stinging heat as the Ifrit's palm met her left buttock, and left a bright red, sizzling hot palm print after pulling away.<br/><br/>As she delivered the burning spank, Alanna leaned in close and, while Amatha was busy ministering to the kitsune's neck, the dancer pressed her lips to Arianna's, tasting the elf on the bartender's lips as she delivered a passionate, warm, but not a burning, kiss to the naughty fox. And also at the same time, the fiery woman's long, slender heart-tipped tail circled around behind her, slithering like a snake through the air toward Amathan's soft bottom, the tip poking the elf's flesh to alert her before snaking under her skirt and under her panties, rubbing the moist lips of her sex.