With a chuckle, the taller pirate gave the troll a careless shrug. "Well, you know, we wouldn't try pawning a tight little thing like this off on Madame Nethergold without checking the goods first." Naeara squirmed and whimpered against the bartop, her prodigious breasts compressed beneath her, and though her cascade of silver hair fell forward to veil her face there was no mistaking the feminine dew that continued to gather between her legs, and make her now-revealed slit gleam. The shorter pirate smirked and gave the girl's ass a sharp smack, leaving a reddening handprint on pale flesh. "We can vouch for quality. But if it puts your mind at ease, sure, help yourself. If you like her, you keep her; if not, we'll take her and deal her elsewhere."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>