"Stormhowl," the orc said, putting an extra swing into her wide hips for the draenei's benefit as she climbed the stairs. "And I was looking for<i>her</i>, actually," she added, nodding at Saeris's unconscious body as a pair of waiters carried her ahead on to the way to the room. "Meeting you is just an unexpected bonus."<br/><br/>One of the waiters unlocked the door and gave Lokka the key before depositing Saeris on the bed, where she snored softly and occasionally gurgled on a glob of Eve's thick, gooey cum still in her throat. Lokka tipped them a coin and a bead yank apiece on their way out, and closed the door behind them. The room wasn't huge, but the bed was; easily big enough to fit three people. It sat beneath a window as wide as itself and almost as tall that let in the evening sun through its frosted glass. A nightstand stood beside the bed with a strange box atop it, which Lokka approached and opened. It was a music box, but one of goblin design, which meant that it was oversized, jammed full of gears, springs, and other doohickeys of utterly indiscernible purpose, and probably played much more than twinkly little melodies. She flipped it over, wound up the crank, and when she set it back down was rewarded with a<a class="externalLink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FY_9E3EXwN4" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">dirty, grinding beat</a>that filled the room. Grinning toothily, she returned to her draenei partner and grabbed her gently, but authoritatively, by a couple of her neck tendrils.<br/><br/>"Why don't you have a seat?" she said, half guiding, half dragging the other woman over to the bed next to the snoozing Saeris, and shoved her down with a push of one strong hand. With her partner seated, Lokka took a couple steps back, and started to swing and gyrate to the music box's beat, her mail clattering with each swing of her hips and thrust of her pelvis. She swung her hips right, dropped to her knees, and grabbed her tits while thrusting her chest out. She pushed herself back to her feet and spun 180 degrees, the back of her loincloth fluttering out of place for just a moment to reveal the bottom of her ass crack for a split second. She dropped into a sumo stance, one fist on the ground, the other on her knee, ass thrust back at her audience, and she bucked her hips, making her mail skirt clatter like coins being thrown on a stage. She put her hands on her ankles, caressing her way up her armored boots and naked legs until she was groping her own swaying ass, and then ripped the loincloth away just as she reared back up to full height and spun around to face Eve again with a sultry grin. She put the scrap of leather between her teeth as she dropped to her knees again, this time going down on hands as well, and crawled toward the draenei. She took care to raise her legs high with each crawl, exaggerating the motions of her naked ass as she approached the bed. When she reached the draenei, she dropped her shoulders, arched her back down, and rose up, putting her hands on the draenei's knees and pushing herself up. She leaned in close, her hands sliding down the futa's thighs, teasingly brushing against her thick horsecock, and dropped the leather scrap in Eve's lap.<br/><br/>She pulled away then, rolling backwards and coming up on her feet, hands still on the floor. She slowly straightened out, hands once again starting at her ankles, working their way on her armored boots and naked legs, this time continuing up her body. One got ahead of the other, stroking across her washboard abs on its way to caress her tits, while the other lagged behind, slipping under the front loincloth to caress her inner thigh as she rocked her body to the music box's beat, twitching the cloth aside not quite enough to reveal her cunt each time her pelvis rocked forward. Her bottom hand soon joined the other in fondling her large breasts through her armored bra, though, her fingers prodding the mountainous green orbs above the brows of the wolf heads, digging down between the yielding flesh and unyielding steel as she arched and unarched her back in time with the music, until finally she dropped her her knees, leg spread wide, back arched toward the ceiling, and opened the bra's clasp. The piece of armor clanged to the floor, freeing her breasts to the air, rock-hard nipples jutting toward the ceiling as she put her hands behind her head and arched her back even further, thrusting her crotch toward the bed and making her breasts drop out of sight but for their undersides. Her front loincloth still concealed her cunt and asshole, but if the way it clung to her was any indication, she must be sopping wet already.<br/><br/>She bucked her hips to the music's beat several times before she reared back up and onto her feet, finally giving Eve a good, full frontal look at her pert green globes with their olive nipples and small aureola as she walked with short, exaggerated steps over to the bed, hands rapidly caressing herself from breast to thigh and back, until they both stopped on her belt when she was only a step away from the bed. She paused there, eyes slanted and mouth gaping slightly so Eve could just barely feel her hot breath on her skin, letting the draenei drink her body in like the last oasis in Tanaris, and then unbuckled her belt. It, along with her armored skirts and the remainder of her loincloth, feel to the floor with a thump as Lokka climbed onto the bed, straddling Eve's lap with her muscular thighs, feeling the draenei's hard cock beneath her. With a sly, cocky smirk, she lay a gauntleted hand on Eve's shoulder, the other behind her own head, and ground her tits and cunt against the draenei in time with the music until it suddenly stopped, finally reaching the end of its winding. Just as it did, Lokka put her other hand on Eve's shoulder as well and forcefully pushed her down onto her back. Leaning in with the same devilish look on her face, she said, "Let's get this party started," and kissed the draenei hungrily as her hand reached for the fly of Eve's shorts.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>