Gilded Bay Blow with the wind

It is not long before he calls to her, trying to grab her attention with what he likely thinks is a witty quip about her behind.  She turns at his proposition, casting a look over her shoulders at the lone male. 

She thought first, men are so typical.  They all think themselves the finest specimen, always think themselves as more quick-witted and smooth-talking than they truly were. But she arranged her features in a moving show of flattery, ears perked as she feigned intrigue.  I would be delighted, Laroche, she tells him, now turning in full and moving towards him on those long dazzling legs.

I am Lilia, she offers, tucking her chin with coquettish grace.  Thank you very much.