Iolanda pulled down her hood and looked rom brute to brute, eyes a mix of scared and coquettish. She dropped the cloak off of her shoulders as she backed up a little, making it harder for them to surround her without actually running.  She clasped her hands behind her back, doing fascinating things to her cleavage, and spoke up with a voice that was only slightly nervous...<br/><br/>“Really, gentlemen, there's no need for violence.  If you're looking for a good time all you had to do was say so.”  She spread her arms so that they could see she was unarmed and glided seductively up to the tallest of the brutes.  She reached up to tangle her hands in his hair and streteched up on her tip toes, breasts rolling against his chest. “I can't resist a strong man,” she purred before pressing her lips hungrily into his...<br/><br/>Still holding his hair with one hand, she ran the other up and down his back a few times before subtly slipping a throwing knife from the folds of her skirt, meaning to drive it into the meat of his thigh!<br/><br/>acting 38<br/>knife attack 36