Roniaar had heard nothing but ill of the Booty Bay's most infamous tavern, the Bobbing Head.  Rumored to be more brothel than bar, it was the kind of wretched breeding ground of vice and hedonism that only goblins would produce, and even by their standards, it was positively obscene.<br/><br/>But, the draenei was nothing if not curious, as well as open-minded.  He was always adventurous by nature, willing to try anything once.  And a place where people from around the world gather to have some kinky sex with each other?  He just HAD to go see for himself, as well as perhaps try his luck.  After all the good work he's done on Argus so far, he felt like he had earned the right to a wild night with a very lovely lady.  Or two.<br/><br/>The shaman's cock was already stiffening within his pants as he approached the establishment and spied the silhouette of the goblin girl's shadow giving a blowjob.  "Easy there, Little Roni." he said.  "We haven't even entered yet....."<br/><br/>He was surprised by all the ruckus when he entered.  The rumors did not exaggerate.  Several people were already engaging in lewd acts on the very tables, not even bothering to head up to the private rooms upstairs.  A pandaren woman getting double-teamed by an orc and a human, a pair of elves scissoring each other, and a gnome who was very, VERY determined to make that tauren dick fit.  It was every bit of vulgar as the rumors suggested.<br/><br/>He liked it so far.<br/><br/>With a wide grin on his face, he trotted up to the bar and knocked on the table.  "Barkeep.  Your finest dwarven mead, if you would please."  He looked around, trying to find a woman who'd be willing to go a couple rounds with a fine cut of blue meat.  He was a prime example of his race - wide shoulders, strong arms, powerful tail, and a winning smile.  Who could resist such a specimen?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>