A Barbarian

This is a large blonde woman, standing over six feet tall, and covered in muscle. She isn't wearing armor, but loose leathers, and clothes that strain over her bulk. Her hair hangs in two braids down her back, pleated with bones. Her eyes are blue, and seem to look straight through you.

"I hear you fuck for money."

Well, she's certainly blunt you thought, but you nodded and replied, "Yes, yes that's right."

"Here." She pulls a sack of coins from her belt and hands them to you. "Now come."

She takes you by the hand, and leads you away from the bar. The barmaid waves cheekily as you're dragged up the stairs, into the private room the barbarian's staying in.

"Wait, what's your name?" You ask, struggling to keep up with your latest client.

"Masha." She says. A woman of few words, this Masha, you think. She pushes you onto the bed, then disrobes without ceremony. Her breasts are as large as the rest of her, round and full, with pink nipples standing to attention. Her cock is what draws your main attention though. Seven inches in length, it's relatively thick as well. She takes it in her hand, stroking rapidly, and it hardens before your eyes, drops of precum beading out from it.

"Well, get started then."