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<blockquote class="quoteContainer"><div class="quote">The Orc smiled wide as she went about wiping down the bar, "Kul'tiras has grown popular of late. We've had quite a few new arrivals with some exotic tastes."<br/>
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Vorka leaned on the bar still smirking, "You need a release first round on the house. We've got all shapes and sizes. Just gimme a holler."</div><div class="quoteExpand">Click to expand...</div></blockquote>
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</div><i>The Troll Seer waved the assumption of newfound favour away with her free hand, scoffing at the suggestion.</i><span style="color: #bfbfbf">"Dey seem me as anotha one of dem who caused de ruckus over in Zandalar. All trolls be de same to da locals here. Whethah dey be wantin' to know me or not"</span>.<i>She would point a finger towards the Orc with the same hand holding her drink, shifting her wide, generous rear slightly off her seat as she leaned forward, her round, plump cleavage making itself known whether she could help it or not.</i><span style="color: #bfbfbf">"All be about reputation wid de ones around here. And none want tah even risk being seen wid one like dat. If yah evah find one who does, let em know dey be welcome to a~all da voodoo I got; Aint like Im sharin' it wid anyone else".</span><i>She sighed, reclining back to her seat, swirling the drink around with one hand, not sure whether to genuinely be hopeful at Orc's words of fresh visitors, or expectant of the same as usual.</i><br/><br/><div class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeQuote" data-author="Zerith">
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<blockquote class="quoteContainer"><div class="quote">On the second floor a door opens and closes as a raven-black haired slender blood elf lady leaves it. Featuring an equally as black dress as her straight long hair, with legs fully exposed all the way to her hip as well her entire back. Widely she smirked after giving her recent partner one more look who layed passed out on the bed with his bare rear in the air before closing the door behind her.<br/>
"Oh dear, someone's not getting up soon. Ah well, he did pay me for the full package." Snickers with a flashing grin, fully pleased with her earnings and her choice of customer.<br/>
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Gleefully she went downstairs and skipped on her feet with hands behind her when heading for the bar. Xarin was taller than the average blood elf and sported a couple of runic black tattos all over her body, the most intricate one being the big rose on her bare back. With each skip the ocassional sight of her lacey black underwear could be seen hugging her endowed rear tightly that swayed with hypnotic motion.<br/>
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"Eveniiing Vorka~" She'd cheerfully chirp when reaching the bar to rest her arms on it when leaning forward, her smile quickly being replaced by a smirk when spotting the troll whom she greedily eyed at.<br/>
"Well well, found yourself a good catch I see. Quite jelous I must say, my fingers itch to dig into those hips." She laughed and turned so she'd be facing both.<br/>
"Name's Xarin, my Loa of voloptuous goodness!" She snickered loudly. "Say, don't you look a little under the weather there with that drink? Anything little me could help with instead?" She says while flashing a confident grin.</div><div class="quoteExpand quoteCut">Click to expand...</div></blockquote>
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</div><i>Looking up from the drink swirling in its glass, she eyed the elven escort as she pranced down the stairs and towards the bar. Acknowledging her, she'd roll her eyes</i>.<span style="color: #bfbfbf">"Silly ting, I always been here; Zakizi- In dat corner dere-"</span>,<i>She would point to the gloomy corner, a smoking candle still wisping away, the area seeming lifeless.</i><span style="color: #bfbfbf">"-Readin' de fates and fortunes of--".</span><i>The troll would wave her hand, dismissive of her own advertising.</i><span style="color: #bfbfbf">"Ah, it dont matter. Been a dead business for too long"</span>.<i>She'd side eye the elf, smirking and holding her drink up almost as if it were a half-toast, her other pulling down on her dress' collar to show off more of her mouth-watering blue melons,</i><span style="color: #bfbfbf"> "But here's to dose who can see what dey be missin' out on, eh?".</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>