<span style="font-size: 10px">Though most of the Bobbing Head's patrons were busy bumping their loins against one another with a loud, raunchy chorus of a busy night, one patron had been spared of any lewd attentions so far. The lightly clothed troll sat by a window, putting down his sloshing drink with a jingle of the many trinkets and bead necklaces adorning his strap-vest. The dim street-lights outside illuminating his athletic body, lanky and slender as was usual of males of his kind, but with a defined musculature keeping his blue skin taut around his bulky shoulders and muscular legs, swirling lines of warpaint curving as they traveled across those bulging biceps.<br/>
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It was then Tashki's gaze was caught by the pair of woefully lonely bitches of two different races, blatantly groping and fondling each other at their table. Saeris' eyes eventually met with his as he stared them down between his ascending, curved tusks, his tongue savagely slipping from the corner of his mouth, he troll raising his hand for a slow beckoning motion with two thick blue digits.<br/>
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Even across the tavern, she could immediately spot the obscene, anaconda-shaped bulge slithering down his muscular thigh little close to his knee, those straining breeches seeming to hold on only by the belt-and-buckle tightly tied around his waist.  Oh, this one was <i>packing</i> and ready. </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>