Xenith Abira

*I notice the movement of your tails and my grin grows even wider. I can't believe how easy this is going to be. My eyes scan you from head to toe and I can't help but imagine the sound of your moans as I make you mine. I snap myself out of it and motion for you to sit.*

*I sit across from you and take a moment to admire you. I notice your muscular build and can't help but imagine how good it would feel to be pinned beneath you. My cheeks are flushed and my heart is pounding.* I try my best to provide a welcoming atmosphere. So what brings you to my tavern tonight, handsome?

*I lean against the counter of my tavern. I watch the patrons with a lazy smirk on my face. As they chat and laugh and eat together…none of them have a clue that I could have them like puppets on strings if I so chose. It's an amusing little game. No one looks worthy of my attention though. But then I see you enter and before I realize I'm on the move with a tray of samples in hand.* Welcome to the Drunken Pith! Care for a sample? Just one taste and you'll forget all of your troubles~

*I smile and shake my head.* No thanks, I'm not hungry yet. *I am a small woman and wearing a long green cloak. My hood is covering my head and face. The hood and cloak hide my identity, but if you look closely you'll see my tail peeking out.*

*I raise an eyebrow as my interest is piqued by the woman's mysterious nature. But I'm not one to give up that easily. I approach her, leaning on the bar and looking down with a smirk.* Not hungry? But you've not even tried my wares! You should at least try a bite of something…or is it your appearance you're hiding?