Laying there, naked as the day he was born and hearing the rather sing-songy tone of the pink haired madam as she explained the magical nature of the Carvan of Debauchery, Quixl'mesh almost felt himself fall into a comfy sleep. Weeks and weeks of being tortured, killed, used as a breeder, being brought back to life only to be killed again had taxed the giant Draenei even for his titanic fortitude and tolerance for anything that would have broken any normal man beyond repair. The suggestive glances and sexy little smirk the curvy warlock was throwing his way across from him were keeping the brutish warrior quite awake though, wondering if she already had something in mind to help him repay her for freeing him.<br/><br/>Once the Madam was done and gone once more to set up whatever there was to set up for such a mysterious carriage, he saw the warlock rise to inspect their surroundings, a slight smile framing his rugged face as he followed her with his eyes as she went about the expansive surroundings. Quixl'mesh had never considered himself to be a voyeur, finding the act rather creepy and fit for weaklings who would rather simply watch than act upon their desires. But with the tanatlizing view he was getting, it was simply too good not to look, catching glimpses of feminine flesh and risque clothing that did little to abate his growing lust. When she finally plopped herself down on the bed, his eyes locked firmly on her exposed form, noticing the black laced panties and...what in the fel were those? Piercings? It had to be. His usually stoic expression turned feral and lusty, adrenaling beginning to surge through his muscled form upon the realization; This one was a demon in the sack. Fitting she'd be a warlock.<br/><br/>Hearing her words, he intended indeed to repay her in the best way he knew how. Rising up, the giant Draenei stretched himself out as he began to move towards the human girl, cracking his neck and knuckles and keeping his composure calm and disciplined, yet with an ever so subtle predatory gait. "I was a slave for the first twenty years of my life. It is abhorrent, but you get used to it. In fact, my time as a slave taught me a great many things that made me the man I am today. I learned how to kill, to murder, to fight, to destroy and sabotage. I learned how to survive..."<br/><br/>He now stood right in front of her, looming over her layed out form as his large shadow cast over the whole of her absolutely sexy little body. "I learned other things of a not quite such morbid nature of course. I was prized not just for my talent for killing, but also for my ability to leave any woman in my company a cross eyed orgasm wrecked mess of a girl, all giddy and smiling from being fucked stupid." He reached down with one hand, running the rough calloused skin of his palm against her exposed thigh, her own skin a stark contrast to his own in how incredibly soft and silky smooth it was. He always had such a weakness for soft small things, the complete opposite of his huge rough self. "I could repay you in that way, if you'd like. You humans seem to enjoy that kind of thing..." He smiled down at her, the look of it dangerous and wanton like a bull about to be set loose in a china shop.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>