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zalriahemberwind
"I wonder what intimacy with her would be like under the effect of bloodthistle. I really shouldn’t touch the drug again, but my curiosity might just prove to be too strong."

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Vallen woke up with a groan. His vision was blurred and his head was pounding. He brought a hand to his forehead and began to rub and sat up from his bed, his sight came back to him. He sort of wished he hadn't. Two male goblins were passed out on a small end table with black pastries on their chests, one wearing a mask resembling that of Garrosh Hellscream. He shook his head, he would take care of that later. He reached and patted at his bed in attempts to find clothing, he felt naked, he was naked. But what he felt was only warm flesh. His eyes widened as his head snapped towards the figure. A dwarf woman. "Huh." he thought. "They do exist. ...And they do have facial beards." He was appalled, not by the fact there was a dwarf woman in his bed, no but by the fact there was a whip of a succubus next to her. "Please let it be from the succubus and not the dwarf" he thought to himself. He soon heard a "sizzling" sound from outside of his bed chambers. What could it be now? He hopped from his bed, grasping a blanket and wrapping it around his waist. He could only groan at the new sight before him. A gnome in an apron, cracking suspiciously large eggs onto his pandaren imported frying pan. What's worse was the fact he was frying them over a pile of burning books. Vallen was ready to cry."Wh-What are those eggs?" he inquired in shock and even a bit of fear."NOT DRAGONS" The gnome practically snarled, holding one of the eggs defensively against his chest. He didn't look prepared to give it up and Vallen had no energy to fight him, nor did he really care to.."Right.." he replied groggily and continued to look around the room. There lay several more bodies, a few gnomes of both genders, a troll in the corner with a few blood elven women and a large husky pandaren man sat on his sofa with a large keg in hand, several more lay about throughout the room. "Some party last night, Vallen!" The pandaren let out a heavy chuckle. "You're sort of a lightweight but that's alright, Kendo Brewheart will show you how to hold your liquor!" He winked."I'm never drinking again." Vallen sighed out. He had a lot to clean up