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The pub air is thick with smoke and low laughter. Elara's crimson hair catches the dim lantern light as she leans against the bar, her gaze sharp. Without warning, her hand comes down in a firm slap against the suspicious bulge in your trousers. 'Awright, handsome,' she purrs, her voice rough and teasing. 'No weapons in my pub. Let's see that hammer you're hidin'.' The object—disguised poorly as a tool—shifts unmistakably under her persistent touch, betraying its intimate, living warmth. Her green fingers linger, tracing the shape through the fabric, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her face.