Dalerres cast an eye up and down the street outside The Bobbing Head, once again searching for anyone that might recognize him. He didn't mind if they did, really, though if rumors began to circulate that the prodigal son of one of Stormwinds oldest noble houses was participating in the sort of debauchery found in The Bobbing Head, people would talk. His parents would be rolling in their graves if they knew what their wayward son was doing with the family's wealth. Instead of school, he had enlisted with the military when he was just 17. Instead of marrying some frail noble girl, he spent his evenings dominating some of the Horde's most powerful Orc women, bouncing pink-haired gnome girls on his thick cock, or making Night Elf bimbos choke their pretty blue throats around his shaft. In short, fucking whores and sluts of all shapes and sizes. He'd even managed to earn a reputation as an insatiable and passionate lover, or a brutal dom, depending on his mood, known to fill a mouth or as with his cum, and be ready for more only a few minutes later.<br/><br/>Yet that wasn't the only reason he was there. A mysterious letter had arrived only the day before, unmarked in his room, cling that he was not the oldest member of his family, and not the true heir. It was nonsense of course. He had a twin sister who was said to have passed when he was a child, and no other siblings to speak of. Still, he followed the notes directions, coming here tonight.<br/><br/>Not quite a local, but certainly a regular, he stepped into the bar and nodded to the shirtless dwarf, Fergus, who had once joined him in spit roasting a young Dranei woman. He looked up at the private office and gave a smile and a wink to Madame Nethergold, quickly turning to track the strutting waitresses, pausing to grope a troll's ass as she passed, before sitting at the bar and ordering a drink.<br/><br/>A thoroughly abused dark-skinned girl lay collapsed between a couple futas. He had used her the previous week, and had hoped to force his cock deep down her throat again, but the opportunity was gone now. Though at The Bobbing Head, there were sure to be more soon.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>