The faint light from outside dimmed dramatically as a large figure peered into the Bobbing Head, curious green eyes blinking as they adjust to the gloom. Hahnvok stumbles through the rest of the way as two rowdy sailors push him from behind, laughing uproariously as they rush to chase after their favorite waitresses--the tauren simply stares, head slightly lowered to keep from brushing the ceiling. It was breathtaking and exotic, everything he'd been told and more by the boatswain; the serving women in their tightly cut outfits and trailing beads (one being railed noisily by a pirate woman...with a<i>man's</i>member??), the salacious and curvy Bruisers standing attentively around the bar, and the bar itself--his eyes widened as he saw a blood elf with unimaginable endowments mewling around a human's cock, shouting about being bred. The sign outside had seemed to promise sensual encounters, but it was almost too much to take in all at once for him, and his hooves shifted uncomfortably across the stained planks of the tavern.<b>Now</b>he understood why the two trolls outside had chuckled when he passed; he imagined that they thought he was meeting someone.<br/><br/>Though...it<i>had</i>been awhile since he'd whet his appetite for soft flesh. And no one else seemed to mind the display. Slowly grinning, Hahnvok made his way to the bar with a new spring in his step. He almost made it, too, before rocking gently to a pause as a statuesque draenei with impossible tits breezed into the establishment. Only able to tear his eyes away after a moment of shameless ogling--<i>Cum on her lips? This is a very free place</i>--he padded the rest of the way to the bar, peering at the dwarf pleasantly. "I'd like...well. Do you have any cherry grog?", he boomed, voice carrying throughout the room. Wincing, he lowered his voice to complete the rest of the order; every so often, however, he'd peer over at the elven woman and her human lover with a hint of jealousy, able to scent her arousal only feet from him. "I'll take whatever you serve, only doubled."<br/><br/>"And...do you know what the little goblin in the corner sells?" Attempting to be nonchalant, Hahnvok grinned widely and settled his arms onto the bar with a resounding creak of straining oak. "Or his usual prices? I'd rather not embarrass myself if I can't pay with the gold I have on me." Almost as an afterthought, he peers over his shoulder at the silk-clad draenei and sighs, thick fingers drumming nervously. "...And get her a drink when she gets up here. Um. Whatever she'd like." It was hard not to think of that cum in the corner of her painted lips, and wonder just how far they would stretch.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>