<i><b>adamofmo &amp; Meiser:</b> As usual, feel free to conclude your scene retroactively, but preferably in a single round of posting so you can react to this at the same time.</i><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><b>Venture Co. Base Camp, Northern Stranglethorn</b></span><br/><br/>Morning dawned in the jungle, and while most its zones still slept in the twilight caused by the shadows of its trees, one area in particular already basked in the warmth of bright sunlight. The rainforest around the Venture Co. Base Camp had been shredded into an open field decorated with massive stumps and the occasional palm tree that looked like mere shrubbery in comparison to the remains of the ancient nature.<br/><br/>However, near the south-eastern part of the clearing, one particularly gigantic tree was untouched by the metal of chainsaws and shredding blades. It wasn’t like it hadn’t been tried: the surroundings were littered with pieces of metal, broken power tools, and signs of heavy explosions. On the ground, there lied a tattered sign that said ‘Magic Tree, Do Not Touch’ but the attempt to nail it to the trunk had miserably failed.<br/><br/>By the time the passengers, or guests, or employees, (Enna still had to figure out what to call them) in the hot-pink carriage woke up, the caravan was already parked around that very tree, and the Madam had left the room without daring to wake up her new crew. Outside, a group of goblin laborers were setting up wooden walkways and a fence to surround the campsite. In the middle of it, by the tree, stood Madam Clitfiddler in purple lingerie: a cupless corset to contain the roundness of the belly, stockings along the thick legs and thighs, semi-see-through panties to not-quite-completely conceal the dent of the muff, a garter belt to sustain the stockings, and black pasties to cover the strawberry-shaped nipples of the otherwise bare breasts that rested on top of the corset. The high-heeled boots that she stood on were the complete opposite of what one should wear in the rough terrain of the jungle, but that’s what the smoothed walkways being installed were for.<br/><br/>“A thousand thanks for your trouble!” a goblin foreman spoke as he and the Madam watched a mechanical crane lifting up a one-armed shredder from a plant-covered hole near the tree, the same hole that the Caravan had used last night to enter this part of Eastern Kingdoms. The foreman’s mouth was stuck in a wide grin in relief that he wouldn’t have to invest in a new machine. The pilot was fine, too, but pilots could be easily replaced anyhow.<br/><br/>“I’ll take that in gold,” the Madam snapped and watched from above as the goblin’s expression faded. However, he was still going to benefit from the deal, and the morning was far too early to put up a frown or a tantrum. Walkways, fences, advertisement… all this trouble just for a three days’ stay. Perhaps it was time for him to reconsider his career choice as a miner and a lumberjack. The profits of this event would have to be phenomenal to make up for the costs.<br/><br/>While the laborers put their finishing touches on the campsite, Enna proceeded to activate the Luxury Spa Auto-Deployer 3000 that quickly unfolded into a pink and purple tent around itself. The spa was located in the far corner of the more or less round wooden fort built around the four mechano-walkers and the gigantic jungle tree that provided further shade for the tent. Today, however, Enna wouldn’t have time for a bath; a shower did the trick just fine. The hot tub was ready for the others, though, with a pile of fresh towels nearby, and judging by the stench with which the Draenei had tainted the girl’s body and filled the entire carriage (its hatch was now left ajar to better condition the air), they damn well should take the hint.<br/><br/>Last things last, Enna opened the hatch to the second passenger carriage, the mechano-walker with a dark-purple hull, and saw that the room—nearly identical to hers but decorated with white instead of pink—was still ready for an occupant. Occu<i>pants</i>. Enna sighed as she realized that only two of the five passenger carriages remained and that people would have to share bedrooms. Wait, was that a bad thing? The Madam giggled out loud. This was going to be even more fun than she had anticipated. One day, she’d have her revenge on the Alliance, with strange luck even retrieve the vehicles, but until then, it was better not to think about it and just enjoy what life brought her way.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, by the long road of Stranglethorn, a wooden sign was being set up. Its arrow shape pointed into the jungle, and on it there was only the text ‘More Jungle’. Yet again, in the eyes of someone with greater desires, it instead said ‘Caravan of Debauchery’ and below it, in smaller print, ‘Sponsored by Venture Trading Company’.<br/><br/><br/><i>Looking for satisfaction in the heat of the jungle? Visit the Caravan as a guest character! To begin, post a reply in our [thread=21602]OOC thread[/thread].</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>