Quixl'mesh was still in the midst of trying to comprehend his recent radical turn of events, a part of him disbelieving of the fact that he had gone from being a literal pincushion for two depraved mummyesque necrowizards just yesterday to now being in the company of two human women with figures that could put to shame even the priciest of Stormwinds brothel girls. Another part of him was thanking every god possible in every tongue he knew for blessing him for this opportunity to have not only all the mind blowing sex he could ever want or need, but earn gold doing it. It was too good to be true, but he was too damn eager to get on with whatever adventure the pink haired madam had in mind to care at this point.<br/><br/>Before he could properly introduce himself to, as he just learned seconds before, the woman named Madam Clitfiddler, she was off again to retrieve...something. She was a real firecracker that one, probably just as much as one in the bed and the thought of it sent a shiver of arousal down his spine. And so he stood there for a long moment, still completely nude and bound with only the company of the other human girl, seeing her lick her plump inviting lips at him before and wondering if he should start a little trouble with the buxom warlock to pass the time. He looked at her now, flashing a predatory grin at the silver haired human as he made her way towards her, wondering if her magics could at least take off his damned cuffs so he could get into some real fun.<br/><br/>Before he could even utter a word though, the rumblings and thunderings of some approaching behemoth creation made itself increasingly apparent as the ground beneath his hooves shook and vibrated rather mysteriously. He had no idea what to expect, the whole day so far had seemed like a dream and it was getting weirder by the second. What came out of the woods just increased that eldritch feeling tenfold, the giant Draenei remaining stoic despite himself before bursting out in laughter at the ridiculousness of it all. This was indeed going to be quite the adventure.<br/><br/>"The Caravan of Debauchery". How fitting. Especially for a degenerate like himself. A man his size had trouble fitting into anything, but everything about this just felt ohhhh soooo right. Stepping up to the hatch leading into the hot pink carriage, he gave an appreciatory glance over at the Madam. "Hm, that makes two of us, Madam Clitfiddler. I'm beginning to think the nature of our unwelcome status around these parts is one in the same. Names Quixl'mesh by the way. 'Quicks' if I like you...." He holds up his still bound hands, showing them to the Madam before speaking again. "If and when I get these god damned shackles off, a sword would do nicely in my palms. Won't matter if you're welcome or not by the people around any parts, they'll be welcome to the end of my sword if they have a problem with your Caravan of Debauchery."<br/><br/>He looks around once more before joining inside the caravan, wondering where the hell he was going to sit. "Now...where the fel are we going, and where are the drinks?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>