Walking along the creaking wooden platforms that served as pathways for this gathering of all things twisted, the cloaked figure of Omicra Shadowbane moved almost unseen, the single golden eye staring out from the dark patch of his cowl taking in the sights, eventually falling to rest on the familiar sign for ‘The Bobbing Head Tavern’.<br/><br/>As he walked down towards the entrance he recalled what he had heard of this nest of lust and debauchery, and what he had heard excited him. He was no stranger to such acts having access to his own perverted and twisted halls of pleasure, yet he was craving something new, something that he did not control and this ‘Tavern’ pulled on that urge.<br/><br/>Stopping at the entrance of the tavern, his nostrils flared under the fabric that covered most of his face, the smells of sweat, stale ale and the mixture of certain bodily fluids marked this place made him feel more at home than any normal brothel that he had visited in days past. Making his way inside he paused at the doorway taking a moment to take in the sights, the two male trolls standing either side of the entrance barely gave him a moment’s look, he then looked around the common-room seeing a giant of an orc sat before a lucky goblin laying claim to a beauty of a Dreanei.<br/><br/>He chuckled lightly, as he made his way around the couples enjoying their desires before finding a seat near the bar, pleased that this place was every bit as perverted as he had hoped. Sitting at the bar he leant over slightly to whisper his order of ale to the bartender before turning to watch the shows around him. His visible eye taking in every detail.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>