Niffie..god Niffie.
Case 1: When finding quite the attractive/sexy man/woman all alone in the Quicksand or even Ishgard for that matter. She hopes the former is as spicy as she believes and the latter isn't as frigid as her home in recent years.
"So...how about it? Like what you see? How about you and I go around back to the Pearl Lane and get to know each other." She winks at [subject], biting her bottom lip and otherwise nudging and/or beckoning them to follow. "I don't charge much for lookers, if at all really, and let me just say you are spicy." She step back, swaying her hips with each step toward the exit that leads to the Pearl Lane. Thankful she decided to wear her skimpiest at this very moment. Now all she had to was hope she didn't waste her time.Â
Case 2: When overhearing someone who sounds even the least bit Ishgardian or seeing someone blatantly Ishgardian. Usually characterized by cold stares that match their mother's love in recent years. Zing.
"Oh the [monseiur/madame] is Ishgardian?" She leans on [subject], almost casually, like they've been old friends from way back when. "What got you to leave the Homefront? Gil? The Holy See, is it the Holy See? Bigots the lot of them am I right? Oh...oh you're a dragoon/knight/noble/someonewhostilllovesIshgard, right right. I was just testing you. Heretics abound everywhere gotta keep a vigilant eye and all that." She nods, patting [subject] and going on her way, thanking Nald'Thal or whoever that she wasn't gutted as a deserter then and there.
Case 3: Any lone Quicksand Patron. Any at all. Have you seen people just clump around the back like they want to get out of the place but can't since it's only spot to look for rp? ;n;
"Say what's everyone fetish with the Quicksand railings? I mean I've leaned on them myself but I really really can't get off leaning on some sandy stone." She leans right on the railings beside [subject] who is also leaning on the railings of the Quicksand. "Honestly, if it isn't leaning on these railings, it's sitting on the floor, leaning on the perimeter wall. I mean you don't think people have an aversion to chairs don't you?"
Case 4: When someone wears their weapons with pride in public. Weapons or armor really. Usually weapons and anything that falls under the category of Tank/DRG gear.Â
"You don't look like a Brass Blade. Get a kick out of showing everyone your compensation?" She chuckles, patting the steel plated [subject] on the shoulder and eyeing him or her from hair to toe. "Well since you're already raring to go on adventure or otherwise kill something how about you and me go look for your friends and we go do some errand I need to do. Maybe even a levequest that I've accepted but kept in a backlog for the past few bells? C'mon there's gil in it for ya." She steps away turning around the looking almost puzzled at [subject] shaking her head. "You don't melt in all this heat wearing all that armor? Not even sweating in the slightest? And don't give me that acclimatized horse shit you need to see a conjurer and wear less or you're liable to burn up and die before you can be useful to me."
Case 5: Finding the finely dressed loiter around somewhere they wouldn't be loitering around. Her gil sense is tingling!
"So, looking for a 'courtesan' today?" She walks up as casual as always to [subject], a quick glance to get a feel for the finery. "You're shit out of luck I'm 'fraid. I think they're all hired at the moment." She looks at her fingernails hoping they were properly maintained and almost discreetly glances herself over to make sure the dirt and grime from the earlier adventure was washed off. "I'm not one of them but I charge considerably less and we can go straight to delicious part." She smooths her hair, leaning back as if she could still lean back further onto the stone wall. "Oh? You're looking for someone to solve a problem, just so happens I solve problems too." She shrugged, laughing off her attempts to get into the clean and refined [subject]'s pants. "Why didn't you say so, let's hear it, I'm itching to sink these stabbers into a problem or, hells, even just go out and do something!"
Case 1: When finding quite the attractive/sexy man/woman all alone in the Quicksand or even Ishgard for that matter. She hopes the former is as spicy as she believes and the latter isn't as frigid as her home in recent years.
"So...how about it? Like what you see? How about you and I go around back to the Pearl Lane and get to know each other." She winks at [subject], biting her bottom lip and otherwise nudging and/or beckoning them to follow. "I don't charge much for lookers, if at all really, and let me just say you are spicy." She step back, swaying her hips with each step toward the exit that leads to the Pearl Lane. Thankful she decided to wear her skimpiest at this very moment. Now all she had to was hope she didn't waste her time.Â
Case 2: When overhearing someone who sounds even the least bit Ishgardian or seeing someone blatantly Ishgardian. Usually characterized by cold stares that match their mother's love in recent years. Zing.
"Oh the [monseiur/madame] is Ishgardian?" She leans on [subject], almost casually, like they've been old friends from way back when. "What got you to leave the Homefront? Gil? The Holy See, is it the Holy See? Bigots the lot of them am I right? Oh...oh you're a dragoon/knight/noble/someonewhostilllovesIshgard, right right. I was just testing you. Heretics abound everywhere gotta keep a vigilant eye and all that." She nods, patting [subject] and going on her way, thanking Nald'Thal or whoever that she wasn't gutted as a deserter then and there.
Case 3: Any lone Quicksand Patron. Any at all. Have you seen people just clump around the back like they want to get out of the place but can't since it's only spot to look for rp? ;n;
"Say what's everyone fetish with the Quicksand railings? I mean I've leaned on them myself but I really really can't get off leaning on some sandy stone." She leans right on the railings beside [subject] who is also leaning on the railings of the Quicksand. "Honestly, if it isn't leaning on these railings, it's sitting on the floor, leaning on the perimeter wall. I mean you don't think people have an aversion to chairs don't you?"
Case 4: When someone wears their weapons with pride in public. Weapons or armor really. Usually weapons and anything that falls under the category of Tank/DRG gear.Â
"You don't look like a Brass Blade. Get a kick out of showing everyone your compensation?" She chuckles, patting the steel plated [subject] on the shoulder and eyeing him or her from hair to toe. "Well since you're already raring to go on adventure or otherwise kill something how about you and me go look for your friends and we go do some errand I need to do. Maybe even a levequest that I've accepted but kept in a backlog for the past few bells? C'mon there's gil in it for ya." She steps away turning around the looking almost puzzled at [subject] shaking her head. "You don't melt in all this heat wearing all that armor? Not even sweating in the slightest? And don't give me that acclimatized horse shit you need to see a conjurer and wear less or you're liable to burn up and die before you can be useful to me."
Case 5: Finding the finely dressed loiter around somewhere they wouldn't be loitering around. Her gil sense is tingling!
"So, looking for a 'courtesan' today?" She walks up as casual as always to [subject], a quick glance to get a feel for the finery. "You're shit out of luck I'm 'fraid. I think they're all hired at the moment." She looks at her fingernails hoping they were properly maintained and almost discreetly glances herself over to make sure the dirt and grime from the earlier adventure was washed off. "I'm not one of them but I charge considerably less and we can go straight to delicious part." She smooths her hair, leaning back as if she could still lean back further onto the stone wall. "Oh? You're looking for someone to solve a problem, just so happens I solve problems too." She shrugged, laughing off her attempts to get into the clean and refined [subject]'s pants. "Why didn't you say so, let's hear it, I'm itching to sink these stabbers into a problem or, hells, even just go out and do something!"