Phosphoria had been leaning casually against the bar, sipping contently at  her rum through a small straw the dwarf-barmen had provided her with, while winking slyly at her. For the moment she had been enjoying the sight of a small goblin bruiser being fucked publicly by someone's demonic minion. Her eyes gliding over the shimmering sheen of sweat that was pearling upon the green skin of the small goblin girl. Her insatiable hunger for sex was growing by the minute, and she could feel the warmth grow between her legs already. Phos was already musing over the idea of getting closer for a better look until she got distracted by the thick accent of one of her biggest weaknesses.<br/><br/>A tall, dark-skinned and ruggedly handsome troll had taken a place next to her at the bar, asking her in the midst of the filth of this tavern what should be a good thing to do after a hard day. She couldn't help but grin wickedly at him, leaning a little closer whilst she pressed her breasts together and whispered:<br/><b><br/>
''Well, I could suggest a few things. But I guess that might be too forward to say before knowing you name, mr?''</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>