The Copper Still

The Copper Still had become a local hangout for Mythfolk over the last several months, and the proprietors were keen to keep that going. They had changed how they structured the place, spreading the tables out more so Mythfolk, like centaur, could walk through the venue more easily. It was one of those places which were almost popular enough to be a club but never entirely made the transition. It lamented between being a friendly drinking hole and a boozy nightclub.

Monica arrived at about 7 o’clock and quickly found a seat at the bar. After ordering a drink, she pulled out her phone. ‘There are some really cute guys here.’ She sent it back to Mitch.

His reply came not long later, ‘Are you going to be teasing me all night?’ it asked.

‘No, only until I pick up. Then I am going to be too busy getting fucked.’

Her drink arrived, and she glanced around the bar. There were orcs, elves, and satyr all there. But she saw no centaurs. She was almost disappointed. After what Jan had said, she was interested in maybe trying one out. She smiled at herself while sipping her wine.

She could feel her arousal, and pondered whether it was just about the possibility of picking up or the teasing she got to give Mitch. He did seem to enjoy it this evening as she was getting ready. She wondered if maybe next time she should do more, maybe get him to pick an outfit out for her. Or maybe get him to pick out a company for a date.

She smiled to herself. Yes, she would enjoy the opportunity to go on a date with someone, to have Mitch pick an outfit out for her to go out with a specific Mythfolk, knowing that it would end with her underneath them begging for their cum.

Her casual sipping while looking at people and fantasising about the future was disturbed quite suddenly. “Looking for someone?”

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