Sharindia smirked a little while the bartender rolled her eyes.<span style="color: #663300">"heard dat before, ain't no one managed to buy us out nor make anyone sell something they didn't want to sell to begin wit."</span>Sharindia returned the kiss and Evelyn shrugged and leaned her head back down.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"your loss, i know i taste better then her."</span>Sharindia shook her head with a frown but was clearly distracted. "<span style="color: #003366">i own it because Elven law doesn't allow my friends to own it themselves, i have no say in anything going on here. i just 'collect' twenty percent of the profits, maintain the building and arrange any upgrades needed... and i have an endless tab that i never have to pay."</span>she shook her head and looked at the Troll and tossed her the black coin and as before it made her stand up straighter. "<span style="color: #003366">go get Romas, Vestla and this 'daughter' of theirs."</span>the Troll woman sighed angrily but nodded and headed away, stopped only to fill a beer for Ras and slid it down the bar and it stopped perfectly in front of him.<span style="color: #ff4d4d"> "do you have to waggle that ugly ass coin around?"</span><span style="color: #003366">"can you think of a better way to prove who i am to the young people?" </span><span style="color: #ff4d4d">"well Vestla did ask if she could put a painting of you over the bar..."</span><span style="color: #003366">"Vestla wanted me wearing nothing but a stern look in that painting." <span style="color: #ff4d4d">"so?"</span> "i have my pride."</span>the Elf on the bar scoffed and shook her head.<span style="color: #ff4d4d"> "your Highborne pride gets a little scuffed when you walk around knocked up by a Troll."</span><span style="color: #003366">"i carry this baby with pride, i finally found a man who would protect my children as fiercely as i would."</span>Evelyn nodded and closed her eyes.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"fair enough."</span>they would have to wait several minutes for whoever the Troll was fetching and in that time the Humans who had been enjoying the Tauren woman released her and she walked away from them with a dreamy look on her face, obviously having loved being milked and she made her way over to Ras.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"i saw you looking, you want some too?"</span>she hefted her large bosom and a little milk squirted from each nipple as the Tauren grinned.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"there is still plenty."</span>while Ras was no doubt staring at the sizable furry breasts that were just about in his face the bartender returned with three people in tow. first came a rather typical looking Keeper of the Grove except his hair and beard were neatly kept instead of growing wild and he had some manner of side saddle on his back. beside him was the real surprise, at first glance she looked like a Succubus but that thought was quickly banished. for one, her feminine assets while nice would pale in comparison to those of a normal Succubus. her horns were also smooth as a river stone, there were no scales or spines on her tail and her legs were equally smooth but the real difference was the brilliant pink glow of her eyes and the fact that she had no wings at all. but what would really cement the fact that she must be a pure Sayaadi was the fact that her scent had absolutely no Fel taint to it. behind them was a gorgeous Dryad with firm breasts who looked all kinds of frustrated and embarrassed.<span style="color: #003366">"Lorna? what are you doing here?"</span>the Dryad woman squirmed and tried to hide behind the Keeper of the grove when he and the Sayaad both hugged Sharindia tight at the same time and the Highborne returned the hugs.<span style="color: #006633"> "Lornalja, is our daughter."</span><span style="color: #003366">"how?"</span><span style="color: #ff99cc">"Ysera, she blessed me to bear a single child for Romas, Lorna is my baby girl."</span>the Dryad's teeth audibly ground together and she shook her head.<span style="color: #ff0080">"some blessing, I'm the one who ended up cursed."</span><span style="color: #ff99cc">"you are not cursed."</span>the Dryad took a breath obviously planning to argue loudly but her father silenced her with a look.<span style="color: #006633">"you will not cause a scene in here."</span><span style="color: #ff0080">"yes father."</span>the Dryad continued to squirm and the scent of honey laced with the unmistakable scent of an aroused woman soon surrounded them and it wasn't hard to tell that it was coming from the Dryad woman and her need was stronger then that of the bartender in heat.<span style="color: #003366">"you sent your daughter to me and didn't tell me?"</span><span style="color: #006633">"we didn't want it to be weird for you and you were the only one we trusted to take care of her."</span><span style="color: #ff99cc">"we thought you would be the only person who could make her accept her needs but she proved to be even more stubborn then her father."</span><span style="color: #ff0080">"it's wrong! i shouldn't be this way... no other Dryad has to deal with these... these shameful feelings." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>