Stepping forward, the dancer named Zharia jingled with each movement of her hips. Around her small waist was a belt of shiny silver jewelry, while her ankles held small bells. Bangles covered each of her wrists, seeming that she was wealthy, but she wasn't. Placing her hands on her hips, the shimmering thin pants hung low off her hips, showing off a the indents of her pelvis. "Hmm? Thank them for what?" Blinking her eyes, one was green while the other was bright blue as she tilted her head back looking up at Fathi. "They let them go, you know we should have killed them!" Grumbles and crosses her arms over her plump chest where a mid drift matching shirt with long see through sleeves clung to her body.<br/><br/>"I'd rather have saw them dead, but I suppose I should thank your group for saving us. Considering we were in need. However, they will be back." Speaking with a soft voice she had a light accent, and her works were punctured with furry due to the nature of them men being there. Lifting her hands up, she tugged at her red hair and began to ring out the water that weighted the pony tail down. "Ugh.. I'm drenched."