The merchant stall that was set up by the storage vehicle (the walker with the driver’s seat) looked more like a nest than a shop. Behind its wooden L-shaped counter someone had set up a comfy burrow with a pile of red cushions to form a kind of an armchair, and the whole thing was shaded by a red canvas for a roof supported by two wooden poles. The dark-wooden hull of the mechano-walker functioned as a back wall for the structure and as a convenient holder for drawers that presumably contained items that were for sale.<br/><br/>Just as Enna was ready to crawl into the comfort of the ridiculously overdone cashier’s stand, a voice greeted her from behind—another draenei, to her surprise. The Madam’s face brightened into a wide, round-cheeked grin, hands fisted in excitement, and her straightened arms swung backwards for balance as she pushed her gigantic bust forth to greet the newcomer with a jiggle of her tits.<br/><br/>“Welcome to the Caravan of Debauchery!” Enna cheerfully announced, “I am Madam Clitfiddler—you may call me the Madam. We are a few bedrooms short, but if you don’t mind sharing, you’ll fit right in! Here, have a drink,” she interrupted herself and handed the woman a glass of ice-cold nectar made of a mix of different jungle fruits, “As it happens,” the Madam went on, “I can also offer you a job, if you’re interested in<i>this</i>sort of work,” she removed the black pasties on her nipples and, for demonstration, squished the breasts against each other from the sides, “So instead of<i>you</i>paying<i>me</i>for a place to stay, I offer you the ride of your life, free of charge, and the means to earn yourself a living!”<br/><br/>Followed by a deep inhale with her mouth closed in a wide smile, the Madam focused her bright-teal eyes on the woman, at first on the light-blue face, then on the bust that Enna thought would certainly do well in this line of work (and made her admiration clear by a bite of her lower lip and a squint of her thick eyebrows), and finally gazing up and down along the gorgeous pair of legs. Oh yes. Another employee right there, no matter how much hiring her would cost.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>