<div class="floatleft">(http://i986.photobucket.com/albums/ae348/Stef82K/Private/Mermaid/tiina_31_zpskn9e0dk3.jpg)</div>Lorelei is grinning right back at Nuria, even when the fiery woman puts on a serious countenance, "Oh yes, as if you would refuse adding more legend to your name." She could only shake her head and look sideways at what came next, "I have no doubt of that," speaking on being able to bring out the passions of others, "Have I ever denied my appreciation for a lover's embrace? I just do not wear it so outwardly. Still, I shall still have to refuse, I know better than to play with fire," she ends with a wink. And then watching Nuria stretch and head out, she called out after, "Perhaps they day you discover chastity," a bright smile on her face knowing that day would never come.<br/><br/>As Phelypsis stood she reached out to grab the big woman's grip but was too late, "No, no not challenge... oye..." Her face fell into her hand as her companion seemed to have little in her social repertoire outside varied forms of confrontation that was only slightly less aggressive than mortal combat. Lorelei couldn't suppress a giggle as she listened carefully to the exchange. What exactly was the point of the bet if it was 'win and we'll have sex', 'lose and we'll have sex?' It reminded the bard of a common joke about heads I win, tails you lose. Shrugging she supposed the guard might have her friend be his pack mule for a day. As this was Freeromp, she doubted it greatly.<br/><br/>As the people filed out, well 'filed' might suggest too orderly a procession... as the people drunkenly stumbled and jostled their way out to the race, delicate hands gently stroked long blue hair. Lorelei simply watched with fascination at the vibrant life, even now the surface world was still a place of wonderment. The small and seemingly insignificant sights and sounds, like those in a crowd of strangers who laugh, sneer, boast, slap each other's backs, move carefully around one another or shove their way through. Watching such varied peoples made her think of how fortunate all who lived in the air were and her mind drifted a moment; pondering if she was the only one who even noticed or felt that way.<br/><br/>The bronze clasp that held the vicuna cloak came undone and as she stood it slipped off her shoulders. Her's was not a towering figure, being only that of the average human which probably made her curves seem more exaggerated to the eyes. Gathering the garment she wrapped it in her hands and adjusted her light blue gauntlets, pulling at the light fabric that came out at the wrists. She made her way towards the center stage where the barely understandable gnome had vacated. For a brief moment nearly everyone's attention was turned on the windows thrown wide open to gaze upon the upcoming race and making use of the distraction to take note of those staying behind. Blue eyes moving over the Firakan woman, group of nobles, and guards. Unless any of them stood up or made a move to watch the race, Lorelei started to make her way around the room. First stop, the merchants playing dice, so involved in their game that they might not have even noticed her approach. They might have coin to liberate from their pockets, legitimately of course, so she hopped up on counter near their game, her smooth, well shaped legs swinging freely as she hunched over just a little with a smile. Elbows on her knees and chin tucked in her hands, "So gentlemen, is this a private game?"