It's dark. A figure enters your tent with a torch in his hand and begins to light the primitive lamps inside as your pupils dilate and you find your disorientation slowly fading away. A gruff, Tauren voice emanates from the figure.
"You're not leaving tonight. The local Alliance diplomats have been...slow to respond to our requests. In the meantime, we're running low on resources, and you're gonna help us pay for that."
You can hear several feminine, yet beastly giggles from outside of the tents.
"Have some friends waiting outside for you. Say they never got to have fun with one of the Alliance. And they're paying well. They'll be joining you shortly."
The tent's entrance flap is suddenly pushed open. Your lady of the night is here.
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