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<blockquote class="quoteContainer"><div class="quote">The Buxom Maiden was a crude name, even for a brothel, but then one would expect nothing less from perpetually drunk pirates. The multi story establishment was squirreled away in a corner of Freehold, the crass sign depicting what was clearly a woman’s rear end swayed in the Kul’tiran seaside breeze.<br/>
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Inside the first floor was your typical tavern, a smattering of tables and stale ale with half conscious pirates scattered throughout at any given time. The serving girls were all in varying states of undress, being all workers themselves, a few were bringing drinks to patrons, one was bent over a table, with still one more under a table servicing another patron.<br/>
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Perhaps the only fully sober people at the brothel were the guards, placed around the establishment ready and willing to make examples of anyone who dared hurt the girls. The largest of the guards stood stoically at the stairs, which lead to a second floor filled with private rooms. Several rooms were set up for rent for the night whereas others were further guarded and housed the establishments most expensive escorts.<br/>
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One such room had its guard, a Kul’tiran man, knocked lightly at the door, “Anything I can bring ye Miss Vahrra?” His voice was gruff and his accent thick but there was a kindness there that one might not expect of a pirate.<br/>
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“No thank you Eric,” The Lightforged’s voice was smooth and warm and her accent heavy. She enjoyed this particular guard quite a bit, despite her position being a cover she had already spent many a night with Eric. The pirate was a surprisingly gentle lover.<br/>
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Vahrra sat on the edge of her bed, the soft glow of candlelight illuminating the oddly ornate and well kept bedroom. The Draenei’s lightforged markings held a soft glow and contrasted her Ivory skin. She closed her eyes and meditated in anticipation for the day to come when the door creaked open and Eric poked his head in, “Your first is ‘ere" The mage smiled and nodded, signaling to let the patron in. Eric, for his part let his gaze hang on the Drsenei for a moment. She had impossibly long horns that swooped backwards, snow white hair cut to a short bob that framed her eternally youthful features, her curves could knock a man out cold by sight alone while her form was clothed only in a set of black lacy lingerie.<br/>
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Nodding the guard pushed the door open further and Vahrra waited patiently for her first customer to push through the door.</div><div class="quoteExpand quoteCut">Click to expand...</div></blockquote>
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</div>Whenever business brought him to Freehold, Christopher Bynarr always made time to visit the Buxom Maiden tavern. Squeezing himself into the grungy bar, the tall human dragged his calloused finger tips through a rugged, barely kept beard. Black with more flecks of grey than he was fond of, seemingly more each passing day. Dirty green eyes surveyed the dimly lit bar, barely acknowledging his kinsmen in various states of intoxication, although pausing to linger on several of the provocatively dressed serving staff. One or two in particular caught his eye, and inspired a tightness in his pants. Today however, was not a usual visit.<br/><br/>Often the case when Bynarr came into town, he'd take the first girl that he came across and pay the rate to have his fun. It was a hard old life his, and there was no better way to  let off steam than indulging in the world's oldest profession. This was still the same idea today, but it was slightly special. He had been a little more selective with his dance partner, and wrote in ahead to book someone in particular. Whilst never having laid eyes on the Lightforged Draenei before, he had heard some plentiful good things about this woman, Vahrra, from many a satisfied customer. Whilst loath to part with more coin than was needed, Bynarr thought just this once he'd treat himself. And what better a treat than a top of the line whore.<br/><br/>Following the instructions previously given, Bynarr approached the room in question and spoke to the guard, giving across his details. As the guard left to see if the mistress was prepared, the eager male took a small moment to indulge his ego, checking his reflection on the first uncracked mirror he came across. Beard could be better, and whilst his deep brown hair was thinning towards the top, it was as yet free of the dreaded silver and otherwise in fine condition. Smoothing down his buttoned up shirt, Bynarr adjusted his belt buckle, retrieving the money pouch stored there. It was  heavier than he really wanted to part with, but hopefully it wouldn't be the only empty sack by the night's end. His trousers becoming more uncomfortable as his eagerness approached excitement, the off duty pirate was quickly ushered into the private rooms, and introduced to the woman he was looking forward to meet.<br/><br/>"You must be Vahrra? Chris Bynarr, and boy have I been looking forward to this." Far from the most charming opening line, even paired in tandem with his flashiest grin. yet as he placed the pouch of gold onto the counter, he reflected that this was the reason he didn't really have to try.<br/><br/>((Thought I would try to breath a little life into this. Namarie will still be awaiting company downstairs if anyone further wants to get involved.))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>