Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180123013144

(S9/Eo) Eothred's eyes work Evyanne over, following the highlights of her skin in the magic candlelight. The dreamlike glow surrounds her in a golden haze, making her eyes brighter, her hair shinier, her curves softer. He can smell the lilac in her clothing, its scent forming words on his lips as he tunes out the world and looks to her...

He blinks and shakes his head. He was slightly drunk, and he knew it, but he wasn't sure if the ale was making him see things. Before he can act, Rotha's deep voice pulls him fully into reality

Rotha rolls her eyes. "No, you half-pint twit, I'm saying that any man who wanted you would've thrown you some gold by now. Now, beat it!"

She grabs the back of the chair and scoots it effortlessly aside, with Evyanne on top of it. The other Orcs pass her along, sliding her to the back of the group, where they physically block her from getting back to the table.

"Now, like I was saying," Rotha begins.

"That wasn't very ladylike." Eothred mumbles. Hos words lack conviction and are slow in coming.

"Ain't gotta be. I'm yours, honey." Rotha gives a wide smile and blushes as she scoots onto the bench right beside Eothred. She puts an arm around him and pulls him close, and it has the effect of making his eyes bug out in alarm.

"What say you let me and my girls treat you right? You knew just what to say on the battlefield, and I loke a man who's honest about what he wants..." She leans in, beginning to nuzzle his ear.

"..!! Eerrr..." he begins, too shocked to do much else.