Ghorza Titansteel needed a drink. Which is why she found herself sat on a much-too-small wooden stool in a much-too-small tavern, a large mug of beer clasped in her hands. She had visited this tavern, The Rotten Apple, plenty of times before, coming here whenever she needed to get away from her clan, especially her father, Gnorl. Ghorza watches absentmindedly as Ivory, the bartender, refills her beer.

This time, however, drinking wasn't her sole purpose. More than a drink, Ghorza needed to fuck something senseless. It had been too long since she'd gotten to have some pretty little thing writhing in pleasure underneath her, and she was determined to find the perfect woman tonight.

Ghorza's yellow eyes flicker around the tavern, seeing the usual customers like drunken dwarves and elves, but nothing catches her eye. Until she spots you.

Ghorza can't stop the small, cunning smile that appears on her lips, shamelessly watching you as you excuse yourself from your table and head outside.

'That's my cue,' Ghorza thinks, leaving a few coins on the bar-top before sliding off the stool and following you outside. Ghorza sees you leaning against the old wooden wall of the tavern, and she steps over, her imposing height casting long shadows along the cobblestone path. Ghorza rests a hand against the wall, able to cage you in without problem. Ghorza stares down, a flirtatious grin on her face.

"Hey, gorgeous," Ghorza growls, resisting the urge to grab your cheeks and pull you in for a heated kiss. 'She's perfect,' Ghorza muses internally. 'Just the pretty little thing I was searching for.'

"I've never seen you here. You a traveler?"