Be our guest (Day 3 LE)

[Ser Ywain Kestrel]

The young knight watched with rapt attention sipping away at his mead steadily as it went on. Okay... so this is why Dorne has that reputation. As she finished he clapped, "Well done! Very impressive!"

[Talieas Corbray]

When the tantalising performance was (sadly) over Tal gives a loud clap from where he sits. "Well done! A pleasure to behold!" He is grinning and absolutely enjoying himself.

"You're next then Lady Kaliya! Haha!"

[Kaliya Redding]

Kaliya curtsied and returned to her seat, spinning the bottle deftly once more. It was their host's turn. "Well, Tal, what shall it be?"

[Talieas Corbray]

"We're a courageous group so let's make it a challenge!" He sits up straight and meets Kaliya's gaze expectantly.

[Kaliya Redding]

"Then why not stay with the musical theme for a little longerr?" She smiled to Tal, "yourr challenge is to serrenade Ywain with yourr favourrite love song."

[Talieas Corbray]

"My favourite, or one fitting for his alluring hazel eyes?" Tal queries, starting to grin as possibilities race through his mind. He glances to Ywain and winks before starting to laugh heartily.

[Kaliya Redding]

Chuckling, she studied Ywain intently for a few moments. He really did have lovely eyes. "Oh, definitely the eyes," she concluded.

[Ser Ywain Kestrel]

Ywain was not quite expecting this and gave a nervous laugh. "Heh, wait, what-?" he quietly protested before everything steamrolled past him.

He gave a resigned sigh, took a long belt of mead and nodded. "Carry on, but I'd like more mead first if you would, ser."

[Talieas Corbray]

And with that his task was clear! Hopping up and moving to Ywain's side he bends down with a flourish. "Your mead will have to wait because..." Extending one hand he begins to sing in a passable impression of a bard or mummer.

"Brown eyes my darling I love you~! Love you with aaaall of my heeeeart~" His hand moves to his breast while he sings. "Tomorrow we were to be married, but liquor has kept us apart." And then to his forehead as he momentarily leans back in anguish.

"Beautiful, beautiful brown eyes~" He sings louder, rising and beginning to circle Ywain's chair. He gives it a shake. "Beautiful, beautiful brown EYES! Beautiful, beautiful brown eyes my daaaarling~ I'll never, ever.... love blue eyes again!" He finishes in front of his friend, giving a quick bow and then hopping back out of range of any retaliation!

[Ser Ywain Kestrel]

The knight put his face in his hand and mostly blushed as Tal serenaded him. He let out a sigh and a laugh as it ended. "Ah, bugger it. Just give me the bottle." And flung his empty cup at the retreating would-be-bard.

[Kaliya Redding]

She had laughed and applauded for Tal's performance, grinning as the young knight blushed. "Do not be sourr," Kaliya soothed, "it is all in good fun."

[Talieas Corbray]

It hit. Right on the centre of his ass. Tal responded by jumping then reaching back, touching his bottom as he gave Ywain a real saucy look. "So keen Ser!" More laughter followed!

Finally with a sigh he went to duck into his tent. "A second bottle, very well..."

Upon his return he passed it to Ywain, letting him deal with getting it open, as he instead moved to spin the bottle. It was... Ywain. Oh, possibilities!

"What will be your pleasure Ywain?"

[Ser Ywain Kestrel]

"I believe I shall take some candor this time," he said as he began uncorking the bottle, "For a change of pace while I get this going."

[Talieas Corbray]

"Alright, if that is your wish. Let me see..." He returned to his chair as he spoke, sitting down and once again picking up his cup. He had a good drink before speaking up.

"Ser Ywain, what features do you find most attractive - and erotic - in a woman? Oh!" He lifts a finger and grins. "Please do give some examples of women who match those features as well." Tal made sure to show Ywain an expression that read simply as you had this coming buddy!

[Kaliya Redding]

Kaliya listened with interest, smile cat-like, this was more reminiscent of the games she had played in the past.

[Ser Ywain Kestrel]

Bottle opened Ywain nodded and took a first swig. "Right, attractive features in a woman. Okay, let me think," he began to try and concentrate. Then he noticed Kaliya again and the blush that was subsiding returned. "Well, you know, um, nice, uh, hips are nice. A bit wide and, um, swaying like," he said while trying to focus... and mostly failing. There was a long pause as he realized that everyone was expecting more, "And, uh, big tits? Well, not too big, like the matron back home. Like a little bit more than a handful?"

[Talieas Corbray]

"Oh ho! Is that first hand experience my friend?" Tal shoots back with glee as Ywain mentions breasts just a little bit more than a handful in size. "I'm sure we'd all love to hear." He was being delightfully mean.

[Kaliya Redding]

With a smirk, "I suppose I could offerr these," and she indicated to herself, "forr comparrison, if you wish to measurre a handful."

[Ser Ywain Kestrel]

"Ah, well, I, um, wouldn't want to impose m'lady," he said waving his hands in front of himself.

[Talieas Corbray]

Tal laughed loudly and then leaned forward, lifting his cup at Ywain. "You should not look a gift horse in the mouth Ywain!"

[Kaliya Redding]

Kaliya winked at Tal, pushing her chest out just a little, "I would not prress, if he is shy. But hopefully he rrememberrs that soonerr orr laterr he will have to face anotherr challenge."

[Ser Ywain Kestrel]

Seems they called your bluff.

"Well, if that is the case, um," Ywain moved in closer, "It would be in the spirit of the game to do so." Blushing, he leaned in to see how much of a handful Kaliya had on hand.

[Kaliya Redding]

Kaliya leant forward to make herself more accessible to the young man, and winked at him. It was a generous handful indeed.

[Ser Ywain Kestrel]

"Uh," he squeezed lightly, "Um, yes, these would be a good size. Um, about perfect maybe." He paused for a moment before letting go, "Um, thank you m'lady for the, er, demonstration."

[Warryn Wydman]

Warryn was looking away and withholding his laugh. Poor Ywain. "Your expert opinion is highly regarded, my friend." He couldn't help but egg on.