<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<hr/><br/>Arianna swiped a rag around the rim of a pint glass as she watched the goings on in the center of the room.  Not that it was a necessary task: her magic cleaned the glass more thoroughly than a cloth could, and she had the maids to perform the drudgery of cleaning in any case.  However, it was a comforting, rhythmic motion and she felt it lent her a certain gravitas as a bartender.<br/><br/>She gave a small snort of irritation as the cat girl declined the offered table; no, not declined but scoffed at it.  As usual, the kitty-slut made little sense to the fox: she went to almost comic lengths to announce her availability and attract attention, but when given the opportunity to be pampered and mounted by her crowd she opted for a single partner and a backroom.  Whatever...hopefully Na'vi would prove more entertaining, and she felt a sense of satisfaction when she saw the little man had found his courage - or been led by his cock - to speak with Alanna.<br/><br/>The evening turned better still when Amatha turned up at her bar.  As the red head leaned over Arianna bent in and pushed herself to her tip-toes to give her a warm, gentle kiss.  "Not late at all!  You missed a nice dance, but I'm not sure my table will get any use."  She gave a pout and nodded her head to the center of the room.  The maids stood around the table arrangement in comically dramatic poses of sorrow and disappointment, while a few members of the crowd gave good-natured boos and heckles to Himari.  "What have you brought me?  Potions are good!  ...if only we could get more people to buy them."<br/><br/>Reaching beneath the bar, Arianna produced a large, heavy ledger.  She entered the new inventory in the quick, precise code of an alchemist.  A moment was spent inspecting each vial to ensure they were properly labelled and marked with origin, to prevent mistakes and ensure Amatha would receive her commission if -<em> when </em>- they did sell.  Finally, she stepped out to place the items in the safe.<br/><br/>Upon her return, Arianna finally took notice of the significant progress of the slowly rising skirt.  She approved of the prank; a bit of prestidigitation stilled and warmed the air near her posterior, preventing any tell-tale drafts, and also gave the exposed skin a bit of shine.  It was nothing dramatic with such a small spell, but it didn't need to be: just an accentuation of her friend's healthy glow, and a glistening sheen as though her skin were freshly oiled or her thighs completely soaked from arousal.<br/><br/>Next, on to distraction.  "Would you like something to drink, sexy?  We have an herbal blackberry mead in from the east, or a lovely ice wine...something else?  Then you have to help me find someone for my table."