Stare at the Elven dancer some more

Elves were always beautiful with their lithe frames and drop dead feminine features. A flush of jealously flashed across Lara as she watched the Elf sway, her small handful tits swaying with each step barely concealed in her magnificent flowing dress that rode up the Elfs legs whenever she walked. She worked the stage like she'd been born to do so and it was a feast for the eyes. Lara was lost in it. The Elf took one foot infront of the other as she drifted along the stage, her words echoing like the tavern was an echo chamber made solely for her voice.

Lara stood transfixed, watching the Elf make a twirl that sent her dress swirling about her waist raising it enough to show a glimpse of her glistening cunt before the dress blocked her view again, Lara absently licked her lips at the sight before blinking realising what she was doing with a flush.

The Elf made a full circle on the large stage before coming to Laras side who was still absent mindedly staring at the Goddess as she came around. The Elf stopped infront of Lara who blushed as she realised she'd been caught...The Elf with a coy smile toying across her lucious lips leant forward, her perky little breasts coming into view from under the dress, Lara could see that her pale red nipples were hard and pointed like diamonds. Lara swallowed as she peered back to the face of the Elf, a moment of eye as the sly seductress leant back up with a feral grin.

The connection, the infinite moment that Lara felt was gone just like that as the singer spun further along the stage, her words echoing again and just like that Laras focus was broken. Humming quietly to herself Lara looked around the room before excusing herself with a quiet ahem and shuffling over to the one of the empty nearby tables.