Into the Tavern

Lara stepped behind the Half-Orc and into the Lowmoon tavern, a place of grand standing within the capital and truth be told near across the entire Kingdom. Known for its fine drinks and finer courtesans, see this tavern was accepting of near any and all practices and the hub for near anything anyone could dream off. Such power and reach was on full display tonight with an Elven female dancing on a central stage, singing a song in her Elvish tongue was lost to Lara...At least the words were pleasant to her ears she thought as she drifted into the middle of the room.

Around her were more people then she might well have ever seen in her life. The Elf on the central stage was grasping at her heaving breasts while trailing out a lengthy word of Elvish. Men and women were seated around the central stage all having their eyes on the dancing Elf, some were scandalous or perhaps just brazen enough to be seen in their erotically charged state of watching the Elf sway.

Lara saw at one of the tables a pair, a human male seated on a couch with a table arrayed infront of him, drinks laid either empty and discarded or full around the table in a chaotic mess though the human didn't seem to care, infact his attention seemed to be beneath the table as Lara caught sight of a another human beneath the table. Her head bobbing up and down on the mans cock that must have been fished out from his trousers. Lara stared for a moment before realising the man getting his cock sucked was looking at her now. He flashed a grin and wink before putting a hand beneath the table and pushing the woman down onto the rest of his length. Lara blushed and looked away despite the rush of heat to her cunt.

Further around the room was a gang of Dwarves set up in a large circular stable in a corner of the room, most of them had dark braided hair with a metallic symbol on their belts. Lara didn't know what it represented but it must have been something important.

The counter where the drinks were served was full as well, bustling with Humans, Dwarves, Elves, Half-Orcs and even a couple of lupines, wolf like folk who hailed from the far north. The bartender was a lithe woman of Drow origin, her ebony skin glistening with sweat as she casually walked along behind the counter with a gait that only an owner of the place could get away with, hips swaying with confidence.

The final noticeable company was the Half-Orc Lara had met earlier, occupying a table on his own.

So many choices for her first night at the Lowmoon tavern Lara decides to...