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Orchid Blossom Several musicians are playing off in the musician's pit in The Rooster and the Kitty, a well-known tavern. But the musicians are not what bring the crowd here, dancing in time to the music of a flute and mandolin are several young women in various states of undress, most notably a strikingly attractive woman who seems to have some Fae blood if her pointed ears are any indication. At their feet are scattered bronze coins, though the black-haired Fae-blood has two small silver coins at her feet.
Obsidian Lily Obsidian Lily doesn't exactly look like she belongs in this dive bar, at least if someone is judging by the quality of the simple warrior's clothing that she's wearing or the fact that she's properly washed and groomed, but she seems to be as comfortable and at ease as anyone else in the place as she opens the door and makes quick glances around to take in the positions of everyone in the room. The things that stand out about her most are the bright, vivid tattoos that cover her one exposed arm and the familiarity with which she carries the slender curved sword with its scabbard stuck through her wide belt.

Once the obligatory paranoid scanning of the crowd is done, Lily's eyes are naturally drawn to the performers. First to the musicians, but their playing is only so interesting to watch, and then to the dancers who are much more entertaining for the eye. She stands at the entrance for a few moments before moving out of the way, headed to the bar to get a drink while keeping the dancers in her line of sight as much as possible.

Orchid Blossom The crowd gives a slight berth of Lily - or more likely to her swords. Though the crowd near the stage is mostly elbow-to-elbow a bubble of space opens up, the crowd of mostly men surveying the newcomer before letting her freely through to the stage. A bouncer unobtrusively moves nearby, not interfering, but keeping an eye on those swords. Already two bouncers stand glowering at the bottom of the stage, making sure no patrons climb the stage uninvited.

Up on the stage two of the dancers are using poles in the traditional manner, but most of the dancers are dancing the far more classy dance of the Seven Veils. The young woman in the middle setting the time of the dance. Her white veil lies on the floor, the next layer, a gauzy red veil is in her hands as her dance sends her twirling, pale legs flashing, swirling about, long black hair and the red curtain of her veil occasionaly shrouding her.

Obsidian Lily The nervousness that people show with Lily and her sword is probably not helped by the fact that she idly rests her left hand on it, not holding the handle but placed so that her thumb is hooked over the guard, keeping it in place. It's not a ready posture, just the habit of someone who is used to being sure their sword doesn't fall out of its scabbard when she runs, but for someone who doesn't know better it might be more intimidating.

It's also possible that one or two people in the crowd of a dive bar might recognize her tattoos, belonging as they do to a guild of assassins.

She either doesn't notice or doesn't care how people respond. She's more interested in the dancers, and in particular the fae-blooded one who seems to be leading the dance. Her eyes, brown and as plain as the rest of her, watch with a slight tilt of her head, not lascivious, just curious. Perhaps that's a welcome change from the lusty looks of the various men, but perhaps not. It might not lead to as many tips, especially if she's scaring people off.

Orchid Blossom The young Fae-blood steps up the pace of her dance, the musicians following, the tempo of their music matching. A leg kicks high, toes pointing skyward, the young woman's pale leg fully on display for some seconds before she twists and brings her foot down in one fluid motion. Wolf-whistles fill the air and several more coings clatter onto the stage. A chant begins to go up 'Orchid!' though with some lewd suggestions thrown in. The young woman's red veil flutters to the stage and her dance becomes a fluid series of spins and twirls, her narrower orange veil now twirled about her like a ribbon dance.

One of the other veil dancers is struck by a silver coin herself, eyes lock onto the man who threw it, soon the other dancer leaves the stage, leading the man to a back room. Yes, it does seem like the tavern is that sort of place.

Obsidian Lily Lily watches for a little longer, her eyes tracking the coin that strikes one of the dancers and then retuning to watching Orchid Blossom dancing. After a few minutes she slides her right hand into the folds of her gi, fiddles for a moment, and then draws it back out with a half dinar, which she puts on the stage and then slides across it so that it stops right at the dancer's feet. It's a relatively outrageous amount for this kind of thing, but she looks like she has more to spare than the majority of the people in the tavern.

Her other hand never leaves her sword, all the while.

Orchid Blossom Orchid Blossom's dancing pauses as the huge amount of silver is slipped onto the stage. The dancer moves closer to her new benefactor, holding hre orange veil by both ends. She casts the veil, aiming to let it land fluttering over Lily - though the woman could easily avoid the loop. Men begins to cheer and the wolf-whistles return.

"For that much silver, I dance only for you." The Fae-blood's accent is not the terse tones of Nexus, but the musical speech of Great Forks. "Do let me know if you need a.... private dance." She directs a long look to the back rooms before her eyes return to Lily.

Obsidian Lily Lily doesn't try to avoid the loop of the veil, though at the wolf-whistles and catcalls she does roll her eyes a little bit. Then her gaze returns to Orchid, and she offers just the faintest hint of a smile. Her expression has been so serious the rest of the time she has been in the room that it brings some warmth to her visage, but even with the smile she's a rather plain woman. Unremarkable, except for the tattoos and the sword. If she didn't have the blade and covered up her arm, chances are nobody would look twice at her.

"I don't need a--" she starts to say, and then she reconsiders it and thinks better of it. "How much more would a private dance cost me?" she asks instead. "I'd think I'd enjoy the show more without..." her right hand makes a vague gesture around the rest of the bar. Probably mostly referring to the other people watching, and their rowdiness.

Orchid Blossom Orchid Blossom sits at the edge of the stage, bringing her face much closer to Lily's. "Well you could take the view that you've paid enough already, throw me over your shoulder and carry me out back, or perhaps if you want me to lead you out back you could pay the other half of that dinar." The Fae-blood woman purses hre lips slightly, eyes flickering over those tattoos, though she doesn't linger on them for long.
Obsidian Lily Lily lets out a soft laugh at the first suggestion and replies, amusement giving a musical tinge to her words, which have an accent not dissimilar to the Great Forks one that Orchi Blossom has, but not exactly the same. "I suppose I'm flattered that I look mighty enough to throw someone over my shoulder and carry them away. It means I'm less likely to have someone wonder how much more money I might have, and how easily they might take it when I leave." She doesn't look around at the other patrons when she says it, like she really isn't afraid that they'll do it.

"But," she goes on. "I think I've already paid a pretty tidy sum, don't you?" She doesn't seem offended at the idea that she might pay more, just amused.

Orchid Blossom "In my experience if one throws a coing onto stage it's because there's more in the pouch, but your point is well made." Orchid Blossom slips down fully from the stage, one of the bouncers gathering her coin and strewn veils. "Very well, did you want a meal in a private booth, or shall we retreat to the quieter upstairs rooms?"
Mountain Thrower But wait! A new arrival seems poised to add a third element to this back and forth game of coyness and word play. Except there's really nothing coy about this new comer. He's about as unsubtle as a Yeddim wandering through a herd of sheep..

Indeed, Mountain Thrower's arrival is something akin to an earthquake deciding to take on human form and force its way into a social venue. He enters bodypart by bodypart, filling up the doorway with his immensity, ducking low and twisting and then reaching up a massive hand to actually push up against the lentil of the door, sending a shudder racing through the entire structure as he warps it with a casual display of strength to forcibly grant him that much more room.

When he's finally present, he stretches up to his full height, head nearly brushing up against the lowest of the rafters and his physique a rolling thunderous display of muscle that strains at the pitiful attempts of his vest and leggings to constrain him and keep him modestly decent. In short, he's huge.

"Everybody can relax... Mountain Thrower is 'ere..and it's time to crank this all up a notch, eh?" he rumbles, his deep voice a thickly accented 'something'. Not exactly local but rolling over the area with a bass rumble that vibrates thickly into the pits of the stomachs of those who listen.

"Aw, now, no need t'be nervous, I'm not robbin ya this time." He rumbles while spreading his massive arms wide and then letting them drop to his sides. His expression remains bemused as he starts treading forward. Out of his shadow a few other thuggish types emerge. 'With him' so to speak, though they spread out in search of entertainment.

Obsidian Lily Lily is just about to reply to Orchid, which is very floral sounding, when she's interrupted by the same distraction that probably draws the attention of everyone else. And now people can worry a bit less about the sword at her belt, which her left hand has never been taken from, and concern themselves more with the massive person who just crammed themself into the establishment. It takes a moment before she turns back to Orchid and says, "a meal in a booth has its appeal, I'll admit. You have some competition now for most intriguing person in the room, but you're far more pleasant on the eyes. No offense to our outsized friend over there." If he can hear her, talking at the edge of the stage, voice not raised. Then again, the rest of the crowd might be quiet right now, so maybe she's the only person talking. She doesn't seem to care.
Orchid Blossom The crowd indeed is quiet, waiting for the proverbial pin to drop. "By Livilla! I don't envy the whore that he sets his eyes on!" Orchid Blossom's voice is louder than Lily's, ending the silence as men and women laugh - more in nervousness than in humor. Perhaps unwisely Orchid blows the giant a kiss before leading Lily toward one of the vacant booths, pushing aside the silken hangings and letting Lily enter before her. The Fae-blood pauses by the curtain, turning back and looking Mountain Thrower over appraisingly, lips pursed.
Mountain Thrower He indeed hears both women but he also takes it all in stride. His mood remains amused though the smile on his face has the hidden menace of a Siaka grinning and speaking at a small group of fish he's no intention on dining on, knowing full well he's probably going to eat their relatives.
Blossom may lead to a both but he follows brazenly. After her kiss blow and appraising look he doesn't look like he's goign to be shooed off easily.

"'Ey now, I'm quite the catch! A looker and with a body to put yer local god o'strength and mountains t'flight.."

The bruiser practically invites himself over at this point, lifting a leg to swing it around a table and then promptly sitting down to stradle one as a seat while leaning forward towards the booth, hovering over it like a sequoia deciding to lean in to converse with a group of blades of grass, bulk enveloping both Lily and Orchid.

He swings an arm around, letting the wall like canvas of muscle that is his upper arm flex forward and then up in a huge creaking jump of bunching up sinew that looks like a boulder was sewn under his skin.

"They call me Mountain Thrower, The Strongest Man in the East. G'on and give 'it a squeeze ladies. It's all real."

Obsidian Lily Lily moves toward the booth, sliding through the crowd with well practiced ease. She doesn't bang her sword's scabbard into anyone! Compared to the woman she's following, Obsidian Lily is a decidedly plain looking woman. In fact, compared to just about anyone. Her sword, and the tattoos that mark her to those who know what's what in the criminal underworld as an agent of the Bright Foxes, a kind of culty group of assassins, those are the only things that really stand out.

"I don't envy anyone trying to roll in the hay with him," Lily says, smirking a little and looing in Mountain's direction. She's not trying to hide it, and kind of talking to him. "Not for the looks, just for the size. Unless he likes to be on the receiving end, anyway."

When they get to the booth she slides in, then she watches him flex and shakes her head, laughing a little. "I don't doubt the realness. Or the strongestness," she calls over. "You look like you could throw a mountain."

She turns to look at Orchid and shrugs a little.

Orchid Blossom Orchid Blossom chews her lip, considering. "I'll take your word about the realness of your muscles as well. And no way would any whore here roll in the hay with him." She directs her next statement directly to Mountain Thrower. "Honestly, if you rolled over me I'd get squashed. I mean I can't pretend I'm not curious, but... I mean I don't know that it could even work." She slips into the cozy booth, sitting opposite Lily, not having closed the curtain, half an eye on Mountain Thrower. The young veil dancer unfurls hre fourth layer, laying the yellow veil on the cushions beside her, now clad only in green, blue, and violet.
Mountain Thrower This draws a big bellied laugh from the goliath who leans back away from both women and laces his fingers together to splay his hands across his muscled and quaking stomach.

"Why, forward in yer conversation choices aren't ya! Well.." He shrugs lightly and places both of his hands down onto the table he sits on, "Lot's o'ways to have fun you konw, especially if you know the right people and got the right things. Sometimes it's just about havin' the right participants to help you have a good ol'time.." He inclines his head to look Lily over. His eyes study her tattoos and he grins lightly and adds, "I bet she knows all o'bout that. All o'bout finding 'the right folk' for a cause.." He looks over them both again, though he addresses Blossom, "Cause yer right, I'm maybe t'much for anyone in alot o'ways but that don't mean I'm gonna just go rolling over on top o'folk left and right. I got some skill and class o'my own.."

He waves a hand dismissively at this point and rumbles, "But I guess if folk in this particular establishment aint up to it I got no problem continuin' to take m'interests elsewhere. Nexus aint short on' joints like this y'know.."

Obsidian Lily "My momma never taught me better," Lily replies to the comment about being forward in her conversational choices, though the words drip with more than humor. It all fades a bit when he eyes her tattoos and makes remarks the hint that he knows what they mean. "I know all about that," she agrees.

Then, after a moment, she offers him a faint smile and gestures toward the end of the booth. "I'm not usually one for talking loudly. Do you want to join us, and I can continue to sit with all of the most interesting people in the bar, or do you have your own business?"

She looks across the table at Orchid. "Is it going to cost him half a dinar to sit with you too?" she says a little teasingly. "Or are you as curious as I am?"

Orchid Blossom Orchid Blossom seems to be missing some of the conversation there, but some of it is right up her alley. "I was raised in the temple of Seven Veils Falling in Great Forks, this is the proper way to behave, going by what I learned there. And he's more than welcome to join us, he only needs to pay if he wants me sitting on his lap. Though if he joins us in this little booth then both of us are likely to sit there, just to give him space." Not quite true - but not by a wide margin. "Anyway Mountain Thrower, I'm sure there's women in this establishment who would enjoy trying to accomodate one of your size. Hell, I might offer myself if I were not occupied. Oh yes, how rude of me. Orchid Blossom, humbly at your service."
Mountain Thrower "Yer momma raised y'well then. I like sayin' what's on me mind as well." drawls Mountain at Lily as he looks her over again appraisingly. "..At least usually. Sometimes it's more interestin' to keep 'em waiting in suspense.."

He looks back to Blossom as she introduces herself and where she was raised and likely trained.

"Oh yeah? Well that explains a lot eh?" he chuckles and then shakes his head, "Naw, just thought I'd amuse myself for a second or two with y'ladies. I do got business to attend to here." There's a strange bit of shadow that drifts over his words. As if the business might not exactly be pleasent. "No need for me t'break up your good time."

His eyebrows waggle though as he rumbles, "But maybe one day I'll give ya a chance at takin' a shot at me, Orchid Blossom. See how far down y'manage to make it.." His voice trails off cryptically though he has that shark like grin again. "Not t'night tho'."

Obsidian Lily "I have a feeling neither of our upbringings was particularly... wholesome," Lily says to Orchid, her lips pulling into a lopsided half-smile. "Orchid Blossom? I'm Obsidian Lily."

She turns to give Mountain Thrower a small nod. "I understand the need for business. It has a way of catching up to you if you don't take care of it promptly, doesn't it? Have a good night."

The rest of what passes between him and Orchid, she doesn't comment on it, but her cheeks do color a little. Now she blushes?

Orchid Blossom Orchid Blossom smirks, cheeks not coloring in the slightest, though her pupils do dilate. "I look forward to it. Perhaps we could teach Lily a thing or two." A twinkle appears in her eyes. "Though I suspect we'd be walking bow-legged for a week after." The dancer shivers slightly, turning back to Liliy. "Unwholesome? What's wrong with a bit of whoring? I mean as long as everyone wants it, and Maiden Tea is used I would think it a more decent living than soldiering. It's also a lot more fun, as soldiers spend more time whoring than the other, given a choice."
Mountain Thrower "Whoops!" rumbles Mountain Thrower, sounding impish, "My bad."

He then just outright laughs as he hears Orchid. -Now- his tone is less affable and more mildly mocking though he tempers it as he rumbles, "Wow..you -were- pretty sheltered after all. Raised t'only think one way and do one thing from the sounds o'it. Hope you don't find yerself stuck in a place like this ferever..just bein' used by folk for their own pleasure.. Big world out there. More to it then sellin yer body in some hovel in Nexus..fun though it may be fer me.." He winks and then nods to Lily and then turns to begin the process of stepping away unless stopped.

Obsidian Lily "Oh, it's certainly a better life," Lily says, agreeing wholeheartedly. "I'm no soldier, but I think they're probably a step up from what I am, and anything that doesn't involve killing people for a living is probably up from that." She looks like she's about to say something else when she stops, eyes caught by something near the door. Someone, more specifically.

A man that honestly doesn't look much different than anyone else in the place has just come in, and she's watching him like a hawk from the moment he enters the door. He gets about a half a dozen paces into the room before he happens to look her direction, spots her, and freezes like a rabbit.

Then he turns around and bolts for the door, running like his life depends on it.

"I hope you'll forgive me," she says, not taking her eyes off the door except to glance Orchid's way. "As much as I would love to continue this discussion, I have some business of my own to attend to." She slides out of the booth with liquid grace, as deadly in her agility as Orchid is lovely. "I hope that our paths cross again," she adds, turning to give a genuine smile. She doesn't seem to be in a major hurry to chase after the person she's obviously intending to pursue.

Orchid Blossom Orchid Blossom gasps, she might not be an assassin, but she recognizes a professional going about her work. "Oh, I owe you dinner then. Call by any time!" She purses her lips, looking at Lily's grace as the woman heads out, most of the crowd still parted due to Mountain Thrower's recent exit. The dancers throws her feet up onto the table and picks up a drink, sipping thoughtfully as her guests depart.