"That's right, I haven't. Are you just grumpy because you're hungry? I can save you one to drink..."

A smile cracks through her imposing visage. "I'm not one to take someone else's leftovers."

"Just complaining to complain, then?"

Sniff. "My every complaint is perfectly reasonable, I'll have you know."

Uh huh, uh huh.

"So what then, you've got a hot date lined up back home? Want to get this job over with so you're not late?"

"None of your beeswax!" she sing-songs.

"But am I on the right track?"

She just sticks her tongue out in response.

That means yes.

"Well, if you want tips, big sis Danella has you covered."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"So that means you won't mind me practicing to keep my skills sharp in case you have need of them?"

Siiigh. "Fine. Go have your fun."

Victory! Time for celebration.

Émilienne heads out on business of her own.

To each her own.

(Danella will make sure the locals have better things to talk about than anything Emi might be up to.)

Easy enough, honestly. 

She draws plenty of attention, and as the night grows late and the full ruddy moons rise over Skyrim -

She notices a pretty girl - Nord probably, by the wavy blonde hair and the rugged hunter's cut of her clothes and the plain utilitarian dagger at her waist, and by the large wolf ears perked up as she looks at Danella with an interested glimmer in her eyes. A matching tail sweeps lazily behind her from where she's leaning against the wall of the tavern Danella is drawing attention in. For all that she's not particularly pretentious in her dress -

There's something powerful, threatening about her. About the tilt of her head, the idle way she stands, like a lounging predator. Something about the cut of the simple leather, a skimpy bikini that's little more than interwoven strips of varied colors of skin and hide and leather, with carved bone beads dangling on little ribbons of deerskin and antler clasps holding together the straps at certain key points. Something about the shine of light across her tightly coiled muscles. Something about the hungry, insatiable look in her eyes. 

Can't leave someone like that to languish unattended.

Danella creates a little space to act in, temporarily diverting the locals' attentions onto each other, pairs she's got a good feeling about, and saunters over to the huntress. "Hellllooo there," she purrs. "Thirsty?"

"Hungry," she says with a sharp toothy grin. 

"I think we can solve that too."

"Really now?"

"There're lots of options on the menu."

"Mmm... I'm in the mood for a private dining experience."

"We can find a quiet spot."

"A preliminary hunt." She straightens.