The Dancing Dragon Inn

It was a dark and stormy night. Isn't that how most of these stories start. At least this one does. The rain is pouring, and the wind howling. A lone inn sits to the side of the road. You are approaching it as fast as you can.

You're dragging a corpse along side you. Manacles chain you to the dead man. You have only a hundred or so yards to go. The body of the man with you is digging a rut into the mud of the dirt road.

Finally you reach the inn. A sign on the side reads, "All species welcome!" Another sign hangs out above the entrance. "The Dancing Dragon Inn and Tavern" is etched into the wood, with a picture of a sexy Draconian girl.

Draconians are humanoids that look like bipedal dragons. Scale covered bodies, wings, horns, and tails. But like humans, adults average between 5 to 7 feet in height, females have breasts, and male have no sheath for their penis like catfolk, or lizardfolk do.

You push open the double doors of the inn. The tavern area is bustling with activity, but nearly everyone stops to stare at you. A few adventurers start to ready their weapons. A male orc in a bartenders outfit approaches you.

The orc is tall, about 8 feet tall, his hair is short and messy with average sized mutton chops. He is somewhat muscular.

"Can we help you stranger?" He asks

"I'm a bounty hunter, and this is my quarry." You answer, pointing to the corpse. "I need a room."

"You have proof?"

You dig out a wanted poster from your side, and your bounty hunters seal. The orc exams the poster, and the dead man.

"Of course Sir. It's 5 silver for the night." The bartender says.

You pay the price, and he waves over a female lizardfolk. He tells her to show you to your room. You follow her up the stairs at the far end of the tavern. You drag rhe dead man upstairs behind her.

The lizardfolk shows you your room, and unlocks it for you. You drop the corpse in the room, and unlock the manacles.

"Don't go anywhere." You say to the corpse. You then lock the door behind you.

"Will there be anything else Sir?" The lizarddolk asks.

"Yes, another room for myself, Miss..."

"Silvia." She responds.

You stop to look at her. She has a thin athletic frame, with soft features around her head. Her face reminds you of a gecko. She has bright green skin, with a baby blue underbelly that runs from her lower jaw all the way down to her tail tip. She is wearing a standard tavern wench's dress.

Silvia digs out a key to the room next door.

You thank, and pay her, and head back to the stairs. From the top of the stairs you can see the whole bar.

In one corner a male dwarf is getting a blowjob from an elven prostitute. At one of two large tables a leopard catfolk girl is dancing nude on top of it. The other table has a nude female gnome dancing. In another corner a female orc catches your eye. For some reason she still has her hood up.

Suddenly you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around to see Silvia the bar wench, but as you were turning you swore you saw one of those adventuring parties wave to you.

"Excuse me Sir, but I heard you say you were a bounty hunter. Could I ask a favor of you?" Silvia looks up at you with pleading yellow eyes.