Naeara, eyes downcast and hands bound in front of her, was half-led, half-dragged into the common room by a pair of laughing Blackwater pirates. The elven girl blushed furiously upon entering the notorious tavern, and the moreso when one of her captors cavalierly shoved her up against the bar one empty seat away from Phosphoria and Sokar. "Liberated this one from a Forsaken ship up near Grom'grol," the taller pirate explained to Fergus. "Thought Madame Nethergold might take her on as a wench in lieu of some of our bar tab."<br/><br/>The shorter pirate, by way of displaying the goods, gave Naeara a shove between the shoulders to bend her over the countertop, and then slit up the rear of her thin brown robe with the same knife he used to gesture to the arousal already shining on her inner thighs. "Not sure what those undead freaks did to her, but never seen a Night Elf with a rack quite like hers, and don't let the blushing and the whimpering fool you -- she's quite the cock-starved slut. Figured she'd be pretty popular with the regulars. What do you think, Fergus?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>