Kat gasped in mock terror as her blindfold was pulled up.
"Ah! Red, don't DO that to me! The sight of you is enough to kill ANY girl!"
She pulled it back down and blew him a dramatic kiss - M'wah - before her hands started to play with the shells...a kind of pre-game activity as she addressed the new scents and sounds that arrived.
"What's the charge? Well I'll tell you - 50 gil to wager but because you seem like a good girl let's say 20. Find the ball, win the pot! But lose and....dealer takes all!" Said the dealer to the newcomer.
Slow circles....circle eight....
Kat enjoyed the smell of fruit and honey as the other Miqo'te spoke to her. Her voice had a soothing quality to it, but not one she could place, and she could only hope that the Keeper liked her scent (earthy, fresh rain, odd flowers) as much as vice versa.
"Now now Moonie, a good performer never reveals her charms." Katanyae replied. "It's not about what you see so much..."Â
Laaaazy circles...shhhhhp....shhhhhhhp....round and round...
Grinning a sideways grin Kat quickly raised one very tan and slender arm and flexed, addressing the one that smelled like he had a well worn bow. "I'd beat them down!" and without missing a beat went back to sliding her shells.Â
Round and round...Quickening pace...figure eight...
"Where's the ball, Red...hmmm? C'mon...where's the ball...."
The arrival of other people had drastically changed her plans. Sure, on a normal day under normal circumstances she could have pulled this off and taken the highlander for all he had. But...she was 'altered'. And had a blindfold on. And there were too many eyes that she could not be certain were on HER when the little red ball was not to be found under ANY of the shells...
Yes, the payout was great. And she had to wrestle with herself to resist the temptation - after all, she loooooved risk. But this was too much, and to be honest she had grown to like those assembled.Â
So Kat smiled, gave the shells one last roundabout and then raised her hands from the table.
"Where is that little red bastard" she quipped, leaving the blindfold on. Or forgetting it was even there.
"Ah! Red, don't DO that to me! The sight of you is enough to kill ANY girl!"
She pulled it back down and blew him a dramatic kiss - M'wah - before her hands started to play with the shells...a kind of pre-game activity as she addressed the new scents and sounds that arrived.
"What's the charge? Well I'll tell you - 50 gil to wager but because you seem like a good girl let's say 20. Find the ball, win the pot! But lose and....dealer takes all!" Said the dealer to the newcomer.
Slow circles....circle eight....
Kat enjoyed the smell of fruit and honey as the other Miqo'te spoke to her. Her voice had a soothing quality to it, but not one she could place, and she could only hope that the Keeper liked her scent (earthy, fresh rain, odd flowers) as much as vice versa.
"Now now Moonie, a good performer never reveals her charms." Katanyae replied. "It's not about what you see so much..."Â
Laaaazy circles...shhhhhp....shhhhhhhp....round and round...
Grinning a sideways grin Kat quickly raised one very tan and slender arm and flexed, addressing the one that smelled like he had a well worn bow. "I'd beat them down!" and without missing a beat went back to sliding her shells.Â
Round and round...Quickening pace...figure eight...
"Where's the ball, Red...hmmm? C'mon...where's the ball...."
The arrival of other people had drastically changed her plans. Sure, on a normal day under normal circumstances she could have pulled this off and taken the highlander for all he had. But...she was 'altered'. And had a blindfold on. And there were too many eyes that she could not be certain were on HER when the little red ball was not to be found under ANY of the shells...
Yes, the payout was great. And she had to wrestle with herself to resist the temptation - after all, she loooooved risk. But this was too much, and to be honest she had grown to like those assembled.Â
So Kat smiled, gave the shells one last roundabout and then raised her hands from the table.
"Where is that little red bastard" she quipped, leaving the blindfold on. Or forgetting it was even there.