<em>Oh, you are good, commit to nothing, make me show more of my hand.  </em>Shuffling the cards gave her something to do while thinking. Then she stretched like a cat, throwing her head back - which let her see who was behind her, nobody, they were being ignored.  Well, a couple of troopers were looking at His Grace rather enviously, but that just meant her cover was secure.  So far.<br/><br/>As a natural part of her stretch, her leg lifted, pulling open her rough dress, as she rested a bare lower leg on the edge of the table, red toenails flashing as her toes spread and clenched languidly.  "A dancer could be of no help at all, save as a plaything, a gift to high placed acquaintances to gain favor or audience.  But you've tried that."<br/><br/>She straightened the leg on the table, pulled it tight up against her body, the sole of her foot pointed to the ceiling, and her other hand touched his, his empty hand, then turned palm up - and there were coins in it, her own coins.  She tossed them lightly, jingled them for all to see and hear as her leg slowly lowered down, past the table, to the floor.<br/><br/>"M'lord is most generous!"  Not loudly, but not softly.  And a smile was on her face, as bright as brass and just as false.  A streetwalker's smile.  Except for her eyes, which held a very different smile.  "To your room, then?<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sleight of hand roll:  40667   Healergirl   Noone or Anyone   2012-08-21 08:47:24   At 2012-08-21 08:47:24, Healergirl (uid: 25515) rolls: 1d20a7 Result: 21 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=40667)   <br/><br/><strong>21</strong>  That's just with her skill, flashing her leg is a distraction, worth how many points is up to the GM.</div></div>