Mahdoolana hummed to herself as she walked through the boardwalk streets of Booty Bay, her hoof-shoes clopping on the ground which accentuated her stride...making her presence all the more known. Not that she really needed any help in that regard, given how many a men (and some women) were looking at her as she walked past. At how her body swayed with each step, at how her bodacious rump and hips swung, and how her breasts bounced in their perch on her chest. Normally you wouldn't see most Draenei females out like this...but after a long time among mortals, reading books, and adventuring...you get a bit bored and find...interesting ways, to have fun. And this is what Mahdoolana, or Lana as she'd rather be called, find fun for her. Teasing strangers to their breaking part...and the results afterwards are usually good too. Hell, she was baring the mark of the last poor soul whom she broke to act on their instincts. That was a rather cute, yet burly, Dwarf man now that she thought back on it. Oh well...he had his jollies, and so did she.<br/><br/>What was this mark? Well, it was some white substance that leaked a bit from the corner of her plump, black painted lips. If it wasn't for the black lipstick, the cum would have blended well with her azure skin and not be so distinct. And that surely drew many a eye...wondering what it would be like to have those lips on or around something. And she would be more than willing, and eager, to solve those curiosities for them...she wasn't here in Booty Bay, capital of scum and debauchery, just to read, after all. Who knows? Maybe she could earn some decent amount of coins around here, too? It wouldn't be the first time she sold her body when she needed funding, and her bank vault was going rather low.<br/><br/>But not as low as the decency standards of her chosen attire for the day! She had decided upon wearing a two-piece mini-dress that hid very little. It was a black dress, that had a chain of silver studded with some gems to connect the two pieces (top and skirt), though only at her front and just barely covered her belly button. The skirt of the thing only went halfway down her thighs, barely, and hugged her ass super tightly...almost threatening to climb higher up those orbs with every step she took. Beneath it she wore a lacy black thong...which had its hip strips riding high on her hips, exposing them as her skirt was rather low on her waist (also reveling her tattoo and where her tail met her body). If she were to bend over, one would definitely get a peak at her panties (hell, with how her body was, just standing was almost enough for one to see her undergarments thanks to the fact that the skirt behind her was shorter than the front).<br/><br/>And her top was barely even a shirt in its own right. It was just more or less of a jacket that came over her shoulders and upper back and met at her abdomen to connect with the skirt. With this, her G-cup perky tits would be completely exposed! Would being the optimal word, for they weren't exposed. She also wore a stylish floral frill half-corset that just puffed her chest up while giving the -bare- minimum of decency, showing off all of her juicy cleavage goodness. And while she would usually keep her white hair in a pony tail, this time she favored the style of letting it down, watered it, and just let it go free. The hair curtained around her head, just going over her shoulders, and the back of it rested between her shoulder blades. Yeah, that looked better with this style of dress.<br/><br/>She didn't have any jewelry on, she knew better than that...she didn't plan on having anything of her's stolen. Sadly, this also resulted in her not bringing any gold either. But, the whole point of this was to find places that would rather "bargaining" rather than straight up purchases. And speaking of that, as she walked, she came across a rather odd building. It seemed rather quaint and pleasing, given both the sign of the fellating goblin girl (which made her smirk) and the two burly Troll bouncers upfront (which made her lick her lips). It seemed like a tavern, and the blow-job giving sign confirmed as much. "Bobbing Head" eh? Sounds like her place!<br/><br/>Giggling to herself, Lana walked into the establishment, blowing both the bouncers a kiss as she went through the threshold and braced herself for whatever debauchery she was putting herself into.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>