Whether you had spent months out at sea, or years fighting this or that enemy - there was one universal truth in the life of one ageing human. The Bobbing Head of Booty Bay was really the most amazing place in all the planes. The hunter had been several houses of ill repute, but they were less than nothing in comparison. This would only be his third visit, but the two previous had been more than glorious. Each better than the next, and he tingled with anticipation every second until he crossed the threshold into the tavern. He would not be disappointed. There was simply evidence of lewd debauchery no matter where you looked. It didn't even have to be the way the patrons just up and fucked each other right in front of one another, even the staff looked ready to jump onto any willing cock. And my oh my, did York Chamberlain have a willing cock ready and waiting.<br/><br/>The human was just about pushing the wrong side of forty now, and had lugged more scars than he could count halfway across the worlds and back again. But it was worth it just to have found this place. He would retire here one day, he knew that for certain. There truly was not a more magical place. Originally trained as a hunter, York now just did whatever he could to lay hands on coin - he was not exactly picky in terms of assignment. He just made sure he would get enough time off to visit his favourite little haunt as often as he felt able. There was a big titted goblin in here just aching to wrap her lips around his cock, he was certain.  Not that he was that particular about his extra curricular partners either, but as he took a seat at the bar and ordered a pint - it was hard not to take note of the exotic green beauty winking slyly. Oh indeed, was his cock willing and waiting.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>