The Local Bar

Deciding that the local Tavern might be a great place to pick up a harlot or two, you decide to head over there with a small skip in your step. It was days like this that you would feel happy with yourself. This town, the one you had just invaded a couple of nights ago, was a marvellous place.

Fish Market was the name for the place. Well, it wasn't the actual name, but a small nickname it had gained over the years for selling the best fish in the world, not to mention the smell. It was a reasonably sized city, having a couple of key places of importance, but mainly was seen as a civilised place, not being invaded by goblins and demons- scrap the latter actually.

Dodging and weaving through the crowds of people, though crowd was used very lightly, the male had arrived at one of the most famous Taverns of all time. Running eighteen hours a day on weekends and Wednesdays, the whole place was an amazing place, the best bar, in your opinion, ever!

They had booze, women, more booze and even more women! What a wonderful place to visit.

Opening the doors and sniffing the scent of booze and sex, a sigh escaped your lips as you walked towards the bar counter, sitting yourself down. In front of you, a woman's back as she cleaned a bottle.

"One of your strongest please," sighing, the female turned around with a smirk on her face.

Black hair, blue eyes, pale skin and a voluptuous body; this was Lucy Wakefield, kind hostess and the best person to have a drinking contest with, seeing how horny she gets at times when she drinks.

Giggling, she placed her arms under her chest, "You sure about that sir? It can make any man get wasted in seconds, well not some men~". Chuckling at her antics, you smiled, "Lucy" "Pleasure to see you too, hot stuff, so, what brings you around these parts? Need another sex friend?". Nodding, she rolled her eyes before placing a mug of some alcoholic beverage in front of you.

"You know where to find them. Let's catch up some time" "Totally," Winking, the ravenette walked off, leaving you to look around with a mischevious grin. Seems you've caught your next prey.