Brent sat at the bar, his pants were loose fitting. His crotch would have a massive bulge being sported. The human glanced at the fucking that had been going on in the tavern. He drank his mead quietly to himself, his arm muscles were showing as he wore a swashbuckler shirt with the sleeves cut off. The man was simply just awaiting for a female to walk in. He was wanting a good fuck, he didn't care what was in between a woman's legs. As long as he was fucking her, he could care less.<br/><br/>His short brown hair was spiked in the front, his blue eyes brighter than most. He just watched each scene as men fucked the women of the Bobbing Head. He smirked slyly. His idea of making this place a hit again was sure paying off. Only if he could find a woman to call his personal slut, he'd be fully accomplished and satisfied with his results.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>