[quote=@EldarionI]
Buzdrem drank down his beer and mentally prepared himself for what was to follow. Despite her obvious good looks and her sharp wit he knew her game, which really was a shame. A younger Buzdrem may have played. But the experienced Buzdrem didn't have time for games and thought that the young seductress may be of use to him yet. He noticed, despite acting very badly to look drunk, that Ashana seemed slightly on edge. Perhaps it was the man with the black powder weapon because she seemed mistrusting of him. Buzdrem shared her feeling of anxiety around what he thought was a Yazarian bounty hunter an so decided now was the time.
[color=gold]"M'lady Ashana,"[/color] he said politely as he gently took her soft hand in his rough leathery hand.
[color=gold]"Would you care to join my upstairs in my room?"[/color] he asked trying to feign a smile. He was honest to a fault but hoped that Ashana mistook this for him being drunk.
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The dwarf was straightforward, she'll give him that, but even Ashana knew Buz was trying to play her as she played him.  He wasn't drunk, not quite.  It would take an entire meadery for this oafish prey to be piss drunk and oblivious to the spider in his midst.  Even so, the anticipation was gnawing at her.  She had him finally.  Now it was time to move, but so soon?  Yes, soon, before the hunter got any funny ideas.

Feeling his caloused palm grace her fair skin once kissed by the sun, a slight glow of fuschia emmitted from her pale cheeks.  [color=ed145b]"Oh my~"[/color]  Ashana purred, her lips curling into quite the pleasant and alluring smile.  [color=ed145b]"You can't bear to wait any longer can you, Buz my dearest?
 Yes, why don't we go to your room now?  I'm just [i]dying[/i] to see what you're hiding beneath that armor, you brawny beast you~"[/color]

She stood from the bar, taking his hand in hers and leading him across the room to the stairs.  Her hips swayed beneath her dress in such a hypnotic fashion.  It must have been quite the show to him.  He too was probably imagining what awaited him beneath that dress.  Oh...more than he ever dreamed of course.  Twas a shame though it would be the last sight ol' Buz laid eyes upon, not that Ashana had made up her mind to kill him entirely, just in case he decided to pull anything.

Climbing the stairs, she waited for him to show her to his room.  Again, the cold assurance she felt of the dagger's sheath gracing her bare thigh, a slight chill creeping up her leg.  Oh...this was better than a night of rough lovemaking to her though, the thrill of those last few monents, those last few, tense moments...before she struck.