Ruhzelil sighed as she walked on the road of the Grizzly Hills. She didn't know why she decided to leave the cozy lifestyle of Stormwind, but she felt that maybe some change of scenery could do well for her...'career'. And, so far, she kinda liked it...even had a lot of 'fun' along the way as well. She had stopped at several inns and taverns and bars all through out Northrend, spending some time with the northern settlers that decided to start a life in the frozen wastes and tundras. And she could speak for everyone when she says that they have 'enjoyed her company', spending at least a few days at a given building of public use to 'sell her services'.<br/><br/>And this time, the Grizzly Hills were being graced with her presence and work. The whorish Draenei had already visited a few inns here and there already, word has, as she heard form the last place, been spreading about her visits and beneficial work and was loving it. Some places were already expecting her and ready to give her some 'work' and gave out discounts for her to stay a bit and attract some costumers, or have them stay longer.<br/><br/>The whore was scantly clad in clothing. She wore a modified black embersilk dress that barely covered her. The back was completely exposed, minus her fleshy ass. And the dress she wore only went down to the curve beneath those large mountains of flesh. Her smooth stomach and narrow waist was held by the dress as her taught back was exposed. Her soft, massive, milk filled H-cup sized jiggly tits were barely covered by the dress, the miles of cleavage on display. Her shoulders and arms was left uncovered b the dress, along with her thick, voluptuous thighs.<br/><br/>And, right above her ass, on the curve of it, was a tattoo disguised as a tramp stamp. Though, anyone with experience in the field of demonology would know that it was actually a seal of binding. There was a demon inside of her, and by her appearance...it was obvious what kind of demon was deep inside of her core.<br/><br/>After some time of walking, she managed to find another tavern to 'donate' to and raised a brow. It seemed a large group of men...she didn't know what exactly they were, were walking inside. It seems this was a pretty popular place. She grinned to herself, that was good...that meant the owner would pay more, and there was more customers to service.<br/><br/>She prettied herself up a bit more and then sauntered over to the door, gently opening it and peering inside. It seemed all eyes were too focused on something else to look at her. She raised a brow, she never came to a bar and never saw a single eye on her. Something was up. She peered up and even she found herself staring wide eyed at what was there.<br/><br/><i>That...is one big dog</i>, she heard Xira, the succubus in her, say.<br/><br/>Yeah...no kidding, she replied back.<br/><br/>She stared at the Worgen a bit longer before stepping fully into the tavern, letting the door close behind her. She blinked, not sure what to do now. She figured she would might as well see if she could get the barkeep's attention...even if she had to take some time away from this band of...whatever they were. She didn't know what they were exactly. And, for whatever reason, she didn't want to read their minds either...who knew what one would find in there.<br/><br/>She just went to one of the few empty places on the bar and rested her plump ass on it. She leaned on the bar and looked for the barkeep, seeing as it was a practically paralyzed Dwarf. She sighed, it seemed she was going to have to wait for awhile before she could do anything. She just wandered what would happen to her if anyone, if they could peel their eyes off of the mountainous Worgen, noticed her. If anything, she was a little questionable if she would even enjoy the company of these men...something was...off, about them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>