Rheana Nymph

So; my online friends have talked me into participating with some of their RolePlays. This one; since my character was in Scotland alone; I've written it like a story thus far: Enjoy:

Masquerading as a Redheaded twenty something, Rheana was currently trolling the pubs in Falkland, Scotland, looking to cause trouble.

As a troublesome Nymph she enjoyed playing the part of a not so local looker for these primitive folk in the local pubs. Yes, it was small trouble when it started, but she knew it could well get out of hand. It was true that this small city had come to be known the first conservative city in Scotland, but before that it was known for some violence. Rheana was sure she could find that violence in the people again, even if it meant taking down their tourism.

Rheana ducked into the Lomond Tavern and scanned the room for an empty seat. She saw an empty table butted up against another, filled with 2 gents and their dates. She smiled and made her way over to her newest victims.  

She could feel every pair of male's eyes on her as she took her seat. Rheana of course was used to, and expected this. She had perfected the walk that attracted the attention. She maneuvered her body in a way, so as to draw attention, but not be obvious about it. She placed herself in the seat against the wall with her profile turned so both men at the table next to her could ogle her curves just right.

When the waitress stepped over she gave her most award winning smile, and let local the accent seep in her voice. "Aye, Aam passin' ben tonecht, takin' in mah bonnie coontry. coods ye teel me whaur Ah micht fin' lodgin' aroond haur?" She could hear all the thoughts in the room taking in what she'd said, and grinned when she was given directions to the next street over. then the waitress asked what she'd have. "Teel me; whit is yer hoose speacialty? i'll hae 'at.." As she waited for the lady to return with her drink, she focused in on the most lustful thoughts in the room. Not surprising to Rheana, they came from one of the gents next to her.  

At the table next to her, the ladies stepped off to the bathroom. In their absence, to two gents began to speak lowly to eachother, either not knowing Rheana could hear them or not caring.
"Swatch at th' body oan 'at lassie. she's ripe fur th' pickin'.""Dae ye hink she'd pull th' auld radge?" The two continued on in this manner. Rheana called out to the waitress, playing the part of a little too drunk. "Hey! Can ye top me aff?"

"Hink she's hud enaw tae please me yit?" They laughed with eachother."Guid day quine, fancy a winch?" The taller one called over to her.
She turned then with a smile. "Ur a body ay ye braw gentlemen addressin' me?"

"Aye." 

"Whit is it ye woods loch?" She said turning to them, leaning over just right. 

"Ye dornt happen tae fancy a roll wi' me?"
"Sae blunt, an' strang, jist hoo Ah loch them. but whit woods yer lassie say?" She toyed with him. The discord went on for quite some time. She smiled evily when she saw the girls return, and heard the outrage that was in their heads. This is when she leaned in and Kissed the man. The hoots and hollers started, and he kissed her back. All head were turning in their direction. Until Rheana determined it was time for them to come up for air and see what damage would become. 

"Ye dobber. ur ye cheatin' oan mah sister?" One man called from the other side of the bar. It wasn’t long before a brawl broke out and She was able to step back and watch it all.

After a long while she became bored with the debacle and found her way outside. In the alley way she though out loud. "That was far too easy... and rather dull."

After a few streets into her stroll away from the pub, Rheana sensed a presence behind her. She could feel someone walking along behind her. She assumed it was the lad from the pub, and started working out a sub-plot. She waited until he was close enough, and pretended to trip on the cobblestone. But before she could hit the ground and fake helplessness; she was caught from behind. The arms which caught her were eerily familiar and warm. But she could not place their owner. 

"You’re not that clumsy my dear. And you’ve a higher tolerance for alcohol than even I."
At his words, Rheana knew it was Narkissos, and began to scowl. "My, your aura is dark this evening. Who exactly are you pretending to be?" Rheana pried herself free of his grasp and spun on him. 

"What do you mean I’m dark Narky? And I’m just out for a stroll. Stopped in for a pint on my way to Perth."
He only smiled at her words. 

"How long have you been following me and what do you want?" Rheana asked. She had already got it in her head to have the closest branch smack him from behind. 

"I don’t know what you mean. But I would advise against that, put the branch down Rheana, I mean you no harm and you know that." She growled as she lowered the branch. "I was just thinking that since I was traveling from Buckhaven as well, we could go together." 

"Very well. But I’m warning you" don’t get in the way of my dastardly plans." He put his hands up in surrender. Then followed her as she stomped off.