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Assallya had been dancing atop one of the tables, drawing the attention and gaze of those swilling their ale.  She swayed, undulated and moved to the illusory notes of a nonexistent minstrel.  Anklets and bracelets clinked against one another as she moved, necklaces bouncing on her torso. Her hips swing back and forth, her abdomen rippled, and her bare, feet moved between platters of food, tankards of ale with practiced ease.

Once done, she thanked her patrons profusely and stepped on one of the men's thighs, using it as a platform as she stepped down from the tabletop to the floor and collected her coin cup full of tips.  Out of the corner of her brilliant blue eye she caught sight of something, a shadow moving in the corner of the establishment, something dark and menacing.  For a moment she paused, her lips parted in surprise and then it was gone.  Whatever it was, it must have been a figment of her imagination.  

Cursing herself for a fool she shook off her glimpse of [@Varicke] and took her winnings over to the bar, ordered herself a honeyed mead, and then retreated to one of the booths in the back of the tavern.