The Buxom Maiden was a crude name, even for a brothel, but then one would expect nothing less from perpetually drunk pirates. The multi story establishment was squirreled away in a corner of Freehold, the crass sign depicting what was clearly a woman’s rear end swayed in the Kul’tiran seaside breeze.<br/><br/>Inside the first floor was your typical tavern, a smattering of tables and stale ale with half conscious pirates scattered throughout at any given time. The serving girls were all in varying states of undress, being all workers themselves, a few were bringing drinks to patrons, one was bent over a table, with still one more under a table servicing another patron.<br/><br/>Perhaps the only fully sober people at the brothel were the guards, placed around the establishment ready and willing to make examples of anyone who dared hurt the girls. The largest of the guards stood stoically at the stairs, which lead to a second floor filled with private rooms. Several rooms were set up for rent for the night whereas others were further guarded and housed the establishments most expensive escorts.<br/><br/>One such room had its guard, a Kul’tiran man, knocked lightly at the door, “Anything I can bring ye Miss Vahrra?” His voice was gruff and his accent thick but there was a kindness there that one might not expect of a pirate.<br/><br/>“No thank you Eric,” The Lightforged’s voice was smooth and warm and her accent heavy. She enjoyed this particular guard quite a bit, despite her position being a cover she had already spent many a night with Eric. The pirate was a surprisingly gentle lover.<br/><br/>Vahrra sat on the edge of her bed, the soft glow of candlelight illuminating the oddly ornate and well kept bedroom. The Draenei’s lightforged markings held a soft glow and contrasted her Ivory skin. She closed her eyes and meditated in anticipation for the day to come when the door creaked open and Eric poked his head in, “Your first is ‘ere" The mage smiled and nodded, signaling to let the patron in. Eric, for his part let his gaze hang on the Drsenei for a moment. She had impossibly long horns that swooped backwards, snow white hair cut to a short bob that framed her eternally youthful features, her curves could knock a man out cold by sight alone while her form was clothed only in a set of black lacy lingerie.<br/><br/>Nodding the guard pushed the door open further and Vahrra waited patiently for her first customer to push through the door.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>