What a<i> day.</i><br/><br/>First an orc wanted to bury her axe into the nubile sorceress, instead of burying something else into her like she wanted. A fireball to the gut was enough dissuasion.<br/><br/>Then she had met a night elf, who was then promptly dragged through a portal by a succubus. No fun there.<br/><br/>Now there was the Bobbing head. Making her way through the seedy town, she nudged the doors aside, winking at the leers the bouncers gave her, and entered the establishment proper. It was everything she had hoped it would be. The smell of sex, cum, sweat, food and alcohol assaulted her cute little nose, sending her excitement even higher. She was almost giddy. A quick few steps took her past the hot tryst of a pair of revelers and up to the bar. Finding an empty seat beside a futa who was blowing her load into some poor girls lungs, she signaled the barkeep.<br/><br/>"I'll have the first thing alcoholic that your hand touches, please."<br/><br/>Coppers were placed onto the counter and she waited eagerly for her drink, and for any opportunities that may present themselves. She adjusted the thigh length hem of the  tight white dress that bared volumnous cleavage to the world, shrugging off her cloak and wrapping it before blinking it out of existance with her pointed hat. Staff floated next to her loyally while she surveyed the beautiful scene laid out before her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>