Huni scoffed at the goblin bruisers eager to be let off their duty, the broad-shouldered orc female reaching up to cup the back of her neck, fingers pressing into the meat to massage at tension points.  She felt the sweat of a long day's labor beneath her blouse and kilt, her axes hanging from her belt that has been laid on the stool next to her and the sweaty, moaning escapades of all the others around her did rouse her own passions, but it also distinctly reminded her of the sticky, uncomfortable moisture that left her wet in the most unsatisfying of ways.<br/><br/>She lifts her tankard, saluting the muttering undead as she is tempted to the man's loins as well, no judgement made.  She clearly was 'prey' in the randy, hip-slapping, ball-churning carnival that is the Booty Bay's seedy tavern district.  The very definition of fresh meat, whatever her state in life may have been.  She wished her well in her future endeavors with a smile, tusk tugging at her full lips, glancing past her to the swaggering human who baits his cock for sucking.  Her smile twists into a smirk, leaning forward and planting her cheek into a fist so she can finally relax to the sight of a dwarf and a draenei wrapping their breasts around a cock, swirling her drink idly as she amazes at the energy of the dwarf.  Lucky Tauren.  Those two, unlike the undead, were no shy maidens.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>