<span style="color: #666600">"From what she tells me, you and Nyarien both fully encouraged it. Pick a fight? Flora's the sweetest girl you'll ever meet, she's also deathly afraid of me for no real reason." </span>She shrugged and smiled.<span style="color: #666600"> "Well if you ever want travel and protection to a Trollish village just let me know, you're one person I'll always respond to in person. Real trouble or you'd save him a headache. He might be content to watch you fuck her then take her home with you."</span><br/><br/>Jim laughed as he watched her struggle then grabbed her legs to push them back down. He kissed her again and when he broke it the ropes came free. "I'll count that as asking nicely."<br/><br/>Lonnie shook his head and frowned up at Order.<span style="color: #00b359">"Ye' don't need to give me things to call me a friend, I am yer friend already. But I ain't gunna argue with a lil'bit of entertainment too."</span>The bartender looked at Order like she was crazy but kept his mouth shut when she paid him.<span style="color: #00b359">  "Lass, this is a whore house. Most 'o these women are pregnant an' don't want ta be here. Makes me feel gross bein' here." </span>He took her by the hand and teleported them deep into the heart of the Stormwind Mage Quarter.<span style="color: #00b359">"This is a proper club." </span>Keeping hold of her hand he lead her into a building and lead her to a counter.<span style="color: #00b359">"Pay the nice man, hun. He'll give us bills ta use to pay the ladies. Much easier than flickin' pieces o' metal at them." </span>Behind the counter stood a mountain of a human wearing an all black suit with black glasses to mask his face. "Keep your hands off the girls unless they say otherwise and have yourselves a good time. Drinks are discounted for couples... looks like the Dwarf must have paid a fortune to get a woman like you accompany him." After Order paid they were given a huge sack of paper bills and lead deep down stairs to a massive room full of women of all races dancing on poles and stripping for various clientele.<span style="color: #00b359">"This, lass, is a proper club. No fussin', no fightin', no fuckin' and the drinks are some of the best money can buy.</span><br/><br/>Nalo growled angrily and cleared the table as an avatar appeared and tsk'd her.<span style="color: #ffff00">"Temper temper, reject, wouldn't want Ibara to have another accident so soon and let the general population think you tried assassinating a world leader. Again."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>