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[color=Palegreen]Time[/color]: Night
[color=Black]Location[/color]: The Tipsy Tavern
[color=Palegreen]Interactions[/color]: Aiko [@Citrusarms]
[color=Black]Ambiance[/color]: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_4OfDN6X9oc] Tipsy Tavern[/url]
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Nur let herself be dragged into the Tipsy Tavern by Aiko. He talked a sweet deal but it fell on deaf ears. Her spirit was defeated. She couldn't even make someone buy her a flower. If this fluke was an indication of the future state of her powers she was screwed. Nur felt the insecurity creep up on her. The succubus examined her shape for any signs of accelerated aging. She ran her hands over her chest and arms, tracing her alabaster skin. Nur lifted up part of her dress, to look at her legs. It drew the attention of two men seated close to the entrance of the bar. The rustle of fabric got them all riled up and they whistled into her direction. She blatantly ignored them. Nur sighed in relief to find that her beauty hadn't been altered any further. 

Honestly all she really wanted right now was a drink. She would see if she was up to Aiko's plan after that. He was surprisingly kind for an  incubus. That little mishap with her powers, he'd probably seen it. He didn't say anything about it, pretending it hadn't happened. Even going as far as to declare her the winner of the competition she no longer wanted to partake in. It was rare to meet someone of her kin who didn't want to backstab her in any way shape or form. 

Nur tried to muster up a smile and get rid of the sour expression on her face, but failed miserably. She decided to trust Aiko, at least for this evening. The succubus leaned her head against his arm and let out a wary sigh. 
[color=Palevioletred]"Can you please get me a drink? Because I'm all out of juice"[/color] Literally, she didn't want to risk any further abuse of her power. Her coin purse was sleeping back home. She wasn't in the mood to chat up any of the drunken men in the tavern, it was too much effort. 
With a mighty incubus at her side she luckily didn't have to.