Tybalt Capulet — Roleplayer Guild

With a body like Mira had, she was quite accustomed to the sort of attention she was drawing. In her opinion, her lineage was essentially perfect for creating an attractive specimen; as a quarter-elf, she wasn't as foreign-looking as a halfsie, but was also finer of features than any pure-human could ever hope to be. Such thoughts weren't uncommon for her; she was well-aware that she was impressively attractive, and she dressed to flaunt it. Even so, if felt as though she was getting more attention than usual, especially as she wasn't dressed as scantily as usual, at least not as lightly as on a work day.

The barkeep's drink preparations captured her attention for the duration of the process. She'd seen Gifts at work before, but the ease and artistry displayed still fixated her. Even if it wasn't a particularly powerfully-displayed talent, it was executed with an artistic flourish that almost made her wish she had something like that- some bloodline trait, or something in that vein.

When the lithe dancer strode up onto the stage, Mira frowned with animosity both ironic and unsurprising. She found the young woman lovely, of course, if a bit tackily-dressed in her mind, but also a bit jealous at the attention she drew, even if she herself was trying to avoid attention at the moment. Not that it was doing any good... She forced a smile back onto her face as others began to flow towards her place at the bar. A lukewarm smile was all the attention she wasted on the rather plain-looking girl who sat near her. She was relieved that the young woman didn't seem interested in speaking, and the reason for that revealed itself quickly enough.

The men were a different case. The soggy gentleman, whose name she hadn't managed to catch, was a bit more familiar than she'd hoped, but then, she had bought him a drink.

"Hmm? Oh. No, I don't think we know each other. Though, I'm afraid that I have trouble remembering every man I've... met. I just figured that you looked cold, and thought that something strong enough might make you feel a bit better. I don't know... I suppose I was trying to pay it forward or something." Her voice lacked the husky, sultry tone it sometimes carried; she wasn't looking for a customer, and was simply speaking with a stranger. There was no need for the extra effort, and it probably made her easier to understand, rather than forcing the poor man to hang on her every word.

At the arrival of the shirtless young man, she was slightly taken aback. He was dressed like a tribal warrior of some sort, and armed with a blade that bordered on absurd. Despite his slightly-imposing appearance, he spoke with the unsure tone of someone who was not only a foreigner, but also quite unused to speaking with those of her trade. It was a combination which she hadn't often seen before, and it tickled her greatly to think of the chance to tease the poor boy. His wandering eyes didn't escape her, and she was sure to make eye contact, fleeting though it was, once he looked back up at her face.

"The Ferry? Yes, I was traveling for business." She spoke with her work-accent now, wishing to see how flustered she could make the half-dressed young man. "It's no interruption. I've just gotten my drink, and I have all the time in the world..." She smirked coyly, tucking one shoulder slightly forward in a practiced move which simultaneously enhanced her bust and allowed one strap of her dress to slip slightly down her arm. She scanned the youth's face for a reaction. Oh, this was going to be fun...
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