The doors to the Bobbing Head would burst open as into the tavern enters a prime example of Orc beauty. The Orc woman, a statuesque creature, would boast a muscular form that would not take away from her femininity, toned arms and long, muscular legs, a six-pack gracing her figure, all put on display as she garbs herself in a perverted mockery of the standard Orgrimmar grunt uniform. Dispensing with the usual leather vest, the Orc is content with simply wearing a pair of red straps around her chest, keeping the massive axe on her back in check, along with her bountiful, olive-green breasts, but just barely, as their sheer size challenges the straps' integrity.<br/>Further below, you would see she is bare-footed, and while her leather shorts remain as standard as they've ever been, one would not have to be a shrewd observer to spot the large, absurdly thick, bulging thing inside, snaking down her left leg as the Orc makes no attempt to hide it.<br/><br/>Running a hand through her bald head and down the massive raven-coloured braid gracing the back of it, pulling it off her shoulder and allowing it to dangle behind her.<br/><br/>"Strongest shit you got!" she says, not bothering with any more words as she steals a seat at the counter, her plump lips taking a swig of whatever concoction the Dwarven bartended cooked up as she lazily looks over the den of debauchery, her strong, calloused hand idly rubbing her crotch out in the open as she watches, a smirk on her face as her extra friend inside her shorts throbs eagerly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>