Near the bar, one table was solely occupied by a muscular human woman with black hair cut short like a man's, and skin the color of good chocolate. Well, perhaps "occupied" was the wrong word, as that implied that she was seated, a customer, or fully conscious. The more accurate term would be "sprawled over," her head and legs dangling over the edges, the arch of her back thrusting her large Cs toward the ceiling. Her big, firm ass rested right at the edge of the table, and her six pack abs were slightly distended. Black serpent tattoos coiled around her upper arms and thighs, another on her back, and a little black X marked the treasure of her cum-stained pussy. Occasionally her hips would buck spontaneously, as if reliving the dicks that had been pumping her full.<br/><br/>All of this was clear to anyone who glanced her way, because she was buck ass naked but for the leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Leather thongs lay on the floor, indicating that she had at one point actually been tethered to the table, but if the blissed out expression under the globs of cum currently drying on her face was any indication, she was in no hurry to make an escape. A jar of coins sat at the end of the bar below a sign reading, "Pay my debt: 1G, anything goes,*" and a small chalkboard reading "15 to go."<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 9px">*This bitch is temporary property of the Steamweedle Cartel. Damage to Cartel property is punishable by whatever the hell we feel like.</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>