With a loud ahem THEY enter the tavern - slinky dresses, bodies that promise heaven for a lucky few, devil-may-care grins, cool aloofness, bold yet appealing horns... and tails that twitch free of their skirts revealing flashes of their creamy thighs. The only thing going through your minds is... absolutely nothing.
Jayse is quick to recover having experienced the bewitching power of a Tiefling before. These two are like Milaflora from Forestal in that they possess an unearthly, inhuman, beauty. And if Jayse were being truly honest with himself, he'd have to acknowledge that both women eclipse his one time lover. But unlike Milaflora's approachable warmth - sensual and playful - these two have a cold porcelain perfection to them. He watches how they move through the room. It is masterful choreography - a look here, a dropped shoulder there, a coy laugh, a knowing smile. They work the room like skilled operators.
Following in the wake of the Tiefling heart-breakers are their friends. Their light complexions, gently sloped eyes, and hints of pointed ears, through their dark tresses declare them to be half-elves. They follow their friends to the reserved table with less flash. If anything, the taller half-elf is nearly as gorgeous as the Tieflings though in a more regal way. She moves smoothly through the crowd of adoring men. She is shadowed by a smaller and bright-smiled relation of some sort - a sister or cousin perhaps. She is quite a beauty but, next to the other three, she seems almost plain in comparison.
The women allow 'suitable' gentlemen to seat them before making it clear that the privilege isn't an invitation to stay. The men mill about, jockeying for favor while the Tieflings 'hold court'.
The wolf-pack has arrived.
