Booty Bay has a reputation as a festering pit of hedonism and debauchery that even a cataclysmic tidal wave couldn't clean away, though it did manage to tidy it up temporarily. Recently, however, the mercenary town took another step back toward its sleazy glory.<br/><br/>The sign outside the newly reopened building on the lower levels of the town reads "The Bobbing Head Tavern," in bright blue letters, while the sweet sea wind causes the wooden silhouette of a goblin girl's head and shoulders to rock forward and back. Together with a strategically placed post, it performs a shadowy fellatio on the wall beside the tavern door when the sun is setting. An identical pair of male jungle trolls with gold-capped tusks flank the door, leering and flexing their rippling muscles at anyone entering the establishment.<br/><br/>Inside, a brawny, shirtless dwarf with a fiery beard and ponytail winks at you from behind the bar, and you hear someone refer to him as Fergus. Above the bar, the menu lists prices for food, drinks, board, and various staff services. Waiters and waitresses of all races, though mostly goblins, serve the tables wearing nothing but undersized aprons and studded black leather collars. A close inspection of their derrieres reveals the ring at the end of a string of anal beads hanging from each server's backside, some of them with a bead or two also trailing. One customer, a busty draenei woman in a ship's captain's hat, demonstrates the purpose of this when she loudly proclaims that her fat-bottomed troll waitress with nine beads trailing from her ass got her order wrong, and gives the ring a yank. A cheer goes up from her table as the tenth and final bead pops free, and the captain whips a fat futa cock out of her breeches as her crew bends the waitress over the table, almost knocking over the table's condiment posts (several of which seem to actually be some kind of edible lube).<br/><br/>A corner booth houses a goblin man with an array of oddly colored potions for sale, promising all manner of temporary effects both physical and mental for very reasonable prices. The restrooms are behind him, all of which have been built to double as gloryholes.<br/><br/>Two flights of stairs lead in opposite directions from the main room. A sign points downward to the waterfront, where the stairs end on a broad sandbank rising out of the warm bay waters, while going up leads to private rooms, each outfitted for a different kink. Half a dozen Booty Bay Brusiers, all female, are spread between the three levels of the building. The heavy maces slung across their backs or hanging from their hips indicate they're on duty, though they've turned in their usual armor for sets of risque leather straps and harnesses. Some of them give you suggestive looks or gestures.<br/><br/>The last room on the upper floor is the private office of the establishment's proprietor, a Madame Assette Nethergold according to the plaque. When the door opens, Madame Nethergold is revealed to be a goblin woman, tall for her race at a few inches over four feet, with wide hips and plump tits all constrained by a lavishly embroidered strappy minidress that squeezes her cleavage together. Her burgundy hair is parted by a set of short, curved horns, and a pair of bat-like wings wraps around her shoulders like a minicloak.<br/><br/>"Welcome to my little slice of paradise," the succubusque goblin says with a slash of her cherry-red tongue across her pillowy lips. "Make yourself at home."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>