Just like every morning in the Bilgewater Harbor tavern, Loran Lubblixx wakes up slowly by sitting up and stretching her naked form. She looked out the window and groaned as she regretted it, covering her eyes. She figured the smog from the Harbor would drown out some sunlight...seems she was wrong.<br/><br/>Sighing, she got out the bed while rubbing her eyes. Her buxom, fine body jiggled with the jump. She felt a bit of soreness between her juicy thighs, ignoring it with a slight grin as she sighed again, her bouncy, DD sized breasts with dark green nipples following the actions of her chest.<br/><br/>Her bubbly butt swayed as she went over to her dresser and started to get change into the usually slutty clothing she wears. She looked over to the bed and shrugged, there was a rather ambitious Orc there...but it seemed, after getting what he paid for, the soldier boy got up and left before she woke up...oh well...she had her money and her fun.<br/><br/>Somewhat clothed in a vest that only held up her breasts, but showed a lot of her cleavage, and put on a thong with a micro-miniskirt, she did some more stretches and sighed. It was tough being a business woman sometimes. She went over to her vanity mirror and started to apply her usual heavy make-up to make it obvious what exactly she was when she wanted to be.<br/><br/>She looked back out the window and grunted,"One of these days...I'm going to go to Booty Bay...at least it is peaceful there...and a lot more potential clients, too!"<br/><br/>She giggled as she started to put up her silky blonde hair in the usual pigtails. Her bright blue eyes eyeing herself in the mirror, her plump, cock-sucking lips pursing in concentration as she put up her hair. Accomplished, she put her hands to her breasts and 'puffed' them up a bit to make sure the cleavage was really out there for temptations, she left her room and went down the stairs...<br/><br/>But, not without grabbing her two favorite daggers and putting them in a unique pocket on both sides of her skirt, a girl had to had her protection for in case...and she didn't forget her favorite heels that was right beside the door...the ones that, if tapped the right way, the heels would become needle sharp weapons that she could balance perfectly on.<br/><br/>Once downstairs, she looked around, the tavern was surprisingly inactive...good. That means she could have a quiet breakfast for once. But there was one thing missing...<br/><br/><i>Wait...isn't she normally down before me?...Did she oversleep? By the Gods...I wonder if her gizmo-clock is still working.</i><br/><br/>She looked back over at the stairs, wondering where her friend, protege, business partner, whatever was at.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>