The air was warm outside, a salty ocean breeze stirred the litter that had accumulated on the wooden pier. While most of the population of Booty Bay congregated at the Inn, Wikyr found herself wandering down into the scummier parts of the elaborate boardwalk. As a druid, she found herself slinking through the shadows in her feline form, hoping not to draw attention. Of all the establishments that resided in Booty Bay, the Bobbing Head was the last place she wanted to be seen by an acquaintance. If any of her fellow guild members saw where she was going..Wikyr felt her face grow hot with a blush. The closer she got, the faster her heart pounded until finally she shifted back to her bipedal form at the entrance to the tavern. Eyeing the pair of jungle trolls that guarded the door, she stepped forward. Both trolls flexed their chest and arms as the druid passed by, she didn't bother hiding the appreciative smirk that pulled at one corner of her pouty purple lips.<br/><br/>Once inside, the night elf druid took a moment to take in the scene. The tavern seemed awfully busy, with several couples putting on shows for the fellow patrons.  The light blue skin of her cheeks darkened as she watched a tauren manhandle his blood elf fuck toy.  There was so much to see, she realized as she found herself inching towards the bar tending dwarf. After sliding him a few silvers, she took the whiskey he pushed her way and turned to watch the show.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>