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[Today, Alisha's appearing a lot more... old fashioned, for lack of a better word. Her hair is significantly longer, her body clothed in fabric that could be considered a tad more indecent than her usual outfits, despite more skin being covered.

Though, nothing more should be expected of a barmaid, yes? After all, her role has her believing that she is one. Her role also has imprinted upon her mind that her birth came about after the King of England had a roll in the hay with a Caribbean-immigrant prostitute. The bastard child grew into an exotic sort of beauty, one that often turned heads and tempted men into sin; in short, as she grew older, her reputation grew in popularity, positive among the menfolk, sometimes negative among the womenfolk.

Burdened with jealousy over the illegitimate "princess" and the preference for that poor barmaid over the feminine ruler of the land, the Queen sought out a means of revenge. She came into agreement with a witch, who cursed the young lass with a power that would turn her seductive nature against her.

What became of the King and Queen after the deal was struck, Alisha doesn't know.

Regardless of this new, fantastical past that now defines her, there is the issue of the quiet chaos going around New Moore.]

I've received word that my fellow tenant has turned into a dragon.

...Anyone else fancy a drink?

[Fantasy or not, it's still too early for this bullshit.]

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Poor saps.

[If she ever decides to try and find his store, she'll just look for the one with the woodwork dented with a bunch of teethmarks.]

So you really weren't kidding about being a wizard.

Not a witch, though. Apparently an even more important distinction than I thought it was.

How could anyone mistake you for a witch? I may be wrong, but aren't they all of the fairer sex?

You do have the nice hair, though.

I'm not sure I'd agree that they're all fairer, but they're all female, at least, in my experience.

Thanks! Not as attention catching as yours, mind.

I suppose it is terribly difficult to be fairer than you, woman or not.

It's the gift and curse of natural ringlets.

You reckon? Then how come you pull it off without even trying, love? Way to make me feel bad.

Because I've long since learned how to tame it.

Everything else? Not so much.

[More innuendo? You bet.]

There'ssomething to be said for having a wild side, I s'pose.

Name's Sirius Black, by the way. Nice to meet you.

You wouldn't be wrong.

Enchanted. [Literally. Maybe not literally by him, but still.] Alisha Bailey.

Rarely am. [They can do the literal enchanting some other time.]

I like your dress a lot. [And, you know. That cleavage.]

You wouldn't be the only one who does, to be perfectly honest.

[However, it doesn't make it any less flattering.]

Sure, but I'm the only one who's me.

[So clearly that makes it the most flattering.]

[That is surprisingly a very valid argument.]

I suppose you have a point. You definitely stand out from the crowd of other bosom-admirers. You have class.

[And a hefty dose of charm.]

You stand out, too, love. An admirable bosom isn't worth much without a personality to go with it.

Worth more than just a drink or two.

[She was being a bit coy when she commented on his class, though now it obvious is beyond true.]

...You're definitely not like the other blokes.

[For a moment, something slips into her flirtatiously pleasant visage, something akin to genuine awe and surprise.]

Seems like you really needed to meet a decent bloke for a change.

[There's the thought that the whole island is out of joint right now, once more, so he shouldn't actually read anything much into it, but she seems pleased and that feels good to have accomplished.]

I hope they at least tip well.

I've met a couple. None that said anything like that, though. Still separates you from the crowd.

[She lets out a half-humoured chuckle.]

It puts bread on the table, if that's wot you're asking.

I like being special, if it puts that smile on your face.

[He shakes his head.]

You deserve better than bread. M-hm, remind me to do something about that.

It certainly does, perhaps more than it shows.

Chivalrous on top of charming? Definitely special. Gives me plenty of reasons not to forget to remind you.

That a promise?

Yeah, sure. It's a promise.

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