La'luqo found herself almost unconsciously leaning into the farmboy as they danced, her ample bosom flattening against his chest. Really she was just getting bored with the dance, and found herself looking past him to watch the more interesting sight of the gorgeous, dancing, howling girl behind the farmboy's back.<br/><br/>Her eyes widened at the sound of steel escaping a scabbard, and the female knight's words made her wince in anxiety. While she had more than enough sense to know that fighting the knights could cause great trouble for herself, her companions, and the village, the superstitions of the knights meant nothing to her, and she was more than willing to draw her sword and champion the dancing-girl if there was no other choice. Just for the moment though, she did nothing, stalling as long as she could to see if some opportunity arose.