It takes very little time for the entire table to be eating out of Lorelei's hand.  The jeweler does a fair job of explaining the rules, missing several of the finer bits that Lorelei is already aware enough of but managing not to drone on for too long before beginning the game.  It helps that he's speaking quickly, clearly taken by excitement at how very nearly she came to sitting on his hand.  In truth, she plays the men like a flute, fingering all the right places.  The brewer gives a wide, open grin at Lorelei as their hands touch and then seems to think slightly better of it, still watching her but obviously finding himself to be among the less charming present.  It is almost as though the blacksmith has never seen a fine set of tits the way that he stares, unable to bring his eyes up in the least during the game.  Only when directly spoken to or pulled back to the game does he make eye contact with a stammer of thinking of work.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img14.deviantart.net/987f/i/2014/201/c/8/dnd_character_portrait__ameris_santraeger_by_hidennka-d7rjmqh.png)</div>But the young man seems the most effected of all.  For one thing, seated next to him as she is, Lorelei can see that his pants have a rather obvious tenting beneath the table.  He does his best to be charming and friendly during the game, but every movement and catching of her eyes seems to still him for a moment, before his own face lights up red and he looks away.  At the win, the table gives a brief clapping, tossing over coins and chits without hesitation.  "I think we've all won, responds the jeweler smoothly, for enjoying your company," he responds, giving her a little wink and letting his foot touch against hers under the table.<br/><br/>The young man lets out a chuckle and admits, "I've not been here often.  My master is an artist and he is training me in those same arts.  Paints mostly, a bit of sculpture.  He keeps me mostly at work, but Freeromp's enough that he can't deny it."  He gives a little chuckle and pushes a hand through his hair quickly, "I always love coming out to Freeromp, throw around some coin, maybe make a bit, maybe meet some pretty girls."  He pauses after saying this, perhaps realizing that he's said more than he intended without even fully answering her question of who he is.  He clears his throat a bit and then adds, "I'm Samem.  At your service."  He takes her hand for a brief moment and places his lips just above her skin, looking up at her with eyes that ask 'What do you wish I would do?'