“Aren’t you going to inspect me?” the woman’s clear voice laughed before she came into view through the entrance, looking back over her shoulder at the troll bouncer outside. She was human, clearly pregnant, and her breasts that rested on her massive belly were much larger than her head. What was perhaps even more curious about her was that her entire belly, arms, and legs were covered in multicolored tattoos of abstract art—unless she intended to keep getting pregnant throughout her life, the detail of the ink on her stretched skin seemed entirely wasted.<br/><br/>“Ain’t my turn,” was the troll’s reply, and as the woman turned to look forward, she was stopped by another bouncer, identical to the first one. After a prolonged groping of her oversized assets, she was finally let in, with a naughty grin on her face. She blew a kiss at the troll brothers, and judging by their friendly gestures, it didn’t seem like the first time they had met.<br/><br/>For a good while, Vera rested her feet by an empty table near the red-headed blood elf and the ebon-haired man and seemed entertained, if not amused, by their act. Judging by the elf’s expressions and moans, he was obviously deeper inside than she had prepared for. It was, in fact, the only interesting event still happening in the bar that seemed to have quieted down from something much, much wilder. The smell, the cumstains all around, and the loud noises from upstairs gave that away easily.<br/><br/>After a minute or two, however, Vera noticed the lonely lady at the counter, and had a faint memory of seeing her before. Perhaps she, too, was a regular. Even though the woman was a dwarf like the bartender, Fergus appeared far too tired already to give her a proper conversation, and so Vera decided to walk to her. With surprising ease, the tattooed, pregnant woman climbed onto a stool left of the dwarven girl.<br/><br/>“I always wondered where priestesses go when the night falls,” Vera teased, with more fuzzy memories filling in the details, and then gestured Fergus for a drink. “I’m not<i>really</i>pregnant,” she added by habit. People tended to give strange looks when they saw her quaff down alcohol to the round belly of hers.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>