The dramatic entrance of Zalah

Dareios placed himself against the bar and waited for the bartender, a dark-skinned woman with a pair of very firm and very large tits that jiggled slightly with every move that she made, to take his order.

Naked from the waist up, the bartender had on a pair of tight leather pants, and Dareios had to stifle a groan when he watched from behind how she bent down to fetch something that had fallen to the floor.
“Hey handsome,” the bartender finally tended to him, if not in the way which Dareios really wanted, “what can I get you?”

She was unusually friendly towards Dareios; he had already seen her blow of several customers, although that might be explained by them addressing her in a less than civil manner.

“A beer,” Dareios gave his order, and the bartender set to work filling up a tankard with it. Dareios was more accustomed to wine, which was the preferred drink back home, but he figured that he should avoid getting drunk and that he would likely have to visit a few more places like this one, so the weaker ale would better fit the situation at hand.
Getting his drink, Dareios tasted it and found that it wasn’t bad. After that, he began to scan the bar, looking for potential employers or partners.

There were a few characters around who looked quite promising, but before Dareios had had the chance to approach any of them, a ruckus was heard at the entrance.
Turning his gaze towards it, Dareios saw how, some seconds after the ruckus was first heard; a woman entered the main hall.
Dareios nearly gagged when he first laid eyes upon the woman, her appearance being so scandalous and so enticing so as to make his knees buckle.

The woman was more than six feet tall, with glossy blonde hair which cascaded down the sides of her head in thick, rich curls, a pair of breasts which, despite the fact that each of the two orbs were roughly the same size as her head, if not even slightly bigger, sat proud and firm on her chest, and toned, hairless legs which seemed to go on forever.

Her firmly shaped stomach, which gave the impression that she had plenty of time training in order for her body to be honed into such a curvaceous but muscular shape, narrowed down into her slender waist which widened out to become a pair of lusciously wide hips which looked as if they had been built for lucky men to hold onto as she rode them hard and fast.

The woman’s clothing was one that Dareios couldn’t describe as anything other than scandalous, even in the context of how scantily women in general seemed to dress in the Kettle. Black leather boots with heels so high it was a small marvel that the woman could walk as confidently and with as much swaying in her steps as she did, with the brim being far up on her thighs.

And that, really, was it. No top or anything to hide her breasts, and not even a thong to cover her pussy, which Dareios could see even at this distance was gleaming wet. Just the boots, and a ruby the size of a plum dangling down the inside curve of her bust, a gold-chain round her slim waist, and another ruby, this one even larger than the one disappearing in between her tits, seemingly lodged into her bellybutton, where it remained despite the lack of any visible support.

“That’s Zalah,” the bartender told Dareios, sounding a bit as if she might be a little jealous of the blonde who was suddenly getting the stud’s undivided attention, “she comes in here once in a while, picks up a man, fucks him senseless, and then strolls out again.”

Dareios wasn’t sure, but it sounded from the bartender’s description as if this Zalah fucked her chosen partners out here in the main hall, in front of everyone.
Needless to say, Dareios was by now sporting a raging erection, which wasn’t made any less hard by the fact that Zalah was now sauntering directly towards the bar against which he was leaning.