Sabina smiled seductively as she posed upon the pristine sand of a secluded Zandalari beach. The sunny weather this afternoon provided optimal lighting to capture her image, something she maintained with religious dedication. Unlike some blood elves, her beauty did not rely on the aid of magic. Her luscious figure was the result of diet and exercise, but it certainly didn't hurt that she was also gifted with phenomenal genetics. She had her mother to thank for her precious face and long, champagne hair. What she inherited from her father, on the other hand, was a lofty disposition.
Although she was still considered young by elven standards, her nubile, twenty-year-old body was ripe for a career as a model. As a creature of vanity, this was the only lifestyle that could suit her. She had received compliments her entire life and thrived off of the attention. Her exceptionally good looks and noble pedigree made it easy to make money, but if things became difficult, she always had peace of mind that she could return home to luxury. Such was the life of an aristocrat's privileged daughter.
"Great job, sweetheart! You look beautiful out there!"
The encouragement came from a pudgy goblin named Worty who was standing behind a camera a few yards away. In addition to paying her expensive fees, he covered her first-class voyage from Quel'Thalas to Zandalar. His race was notoriously stingy, so the fact that he was willing to pay top price was a fair indication of her worth. What he obtained in exchange for his gold was one day of exclusive photographic rights to Sabina's cherished assets. This package included her long legs, thick thighs, thin waist, cherubic head, and, most notably, her prodigious chest. Her breasts alone would have been enough to land any contract, and they did a spectacular job at showcasing the numerous bikinis her employer had lined up for her. The vogue outfits suited her fancy, especially the one she was presently wearing. It was red with gold filigree, sewn with sumptuous threads by an artisan's hands. Its rich color complimented her olive skin and reminded her of home.
"Chaz, we're gonna need more film" Worty stated. "Go check my bag. Should be more in there."
The order was given to his Zandalari assistant, a large troll in his thirties with a muscular physique. Sabina was not particularly fond of trolls, but as a woman who valued fitness, she conceded his body was impressive. Although she believed her taste in men was refined, she caught herself staring at the humble islander more times than she cared to admit. He wore nothing other than some tattered pants, allowing her to admire the golden tattoos that embellished his dark cobalt skin. His tusks were long and sturdy, leading her to wonder if the same was true of a certain appendage that hung between his legs. If only she was a troll, she might not have felt so ashamed of her curiosity.
Chaz strolled over to Worty's bag and rifled through it at a leisurely pace. "I don't see any film in here," he said after a few moments. His baritone voice and thick Zandali accent never failed to intrigue her.
"You gotta be kidding me" Worty groaned. "I swear I put more in there this morning." He ran over to his bag to check for himself but still came up short. "Damn it. I must've left it in the hotel."
The revelation hardly surprised Sabina. He had always seemed a bit scatterbrained, but she put up with it for the sake of the contract. No matter what happened, she would still be paid, but the idea of a half-finished job made her feel discontented. There were still so many of swimsuits she hadn't even tried on yet. "You'll go back for it, won't you?" she asked sternly. "There's still plenty of daylight left."
Worty was quick to alleviate the woman's concerns. "Yes, of course! It's only going to take me about an hour and a half. Chaz, keep Miss Soulbright company while I'm gone."
"No problem, mon" Chaz replied.
And with that, Worty scampered onto his goblin-style boat and raced back to Dazar'alor. This would be the first time Sabina and Chaz were left alone together, and it suddenly dawned on her they had little to talk about. She began making her way to the shade of the palm trees, eager to relax to the sound of the waves lapping upon the coast. As she sat down, she noticed he had followed her. Without invitation, he took his place at her side, seemingly unfamiliar with the notion of privacy. "Ya be lookin' good in dat outfit, Miss Soulbright" he breezily praised. "Worty be lucky to find a hot young ting like you."
"Thanks" she responded with some hesitancy. She wasn't sure if he was making advances towards her or if he was just unusually friendly.
"How ya be likin' Zandalar?"
"It's lovely. It must be nice living here."
"It has its ups and downs."
"Oh, really? What could be so bad about living in a tropical paradise?"
"Blood trolls."
"Blood trolls?"
"Cannibals from Nazmir."
"Are you serious?"
"Ya mon, but ya not in any danger dis close to da capital."
"I hope not... Worty didn't say anything about cannibals. How do you like working for him, anyway?"
"I like workin' for da goblin. He knows my best angles."
"Wait... you're one of his models?"
He grinned. "I suppose ya could say dat, but da kind of modelin' I do ain't like da kind you do."
"How so?"
Despite her being the only other person around, he leaned towards her and lowered his voice. "Some people be payin' a lot of money for pictures of a big Zandalari cock."
She blushed violently at the idea, temporarily finding herself at a loss for words. "You have to be joking" she retorted at last.
"Ya find it dat hard to believe?"
"I suppose the idea of a goblin producing porn isn't that farfetched, but he didn't mention anything about that before. If what you say is true he would have asked me to do it."
"What makes ya so sure?"
"Isn't that obvious? I'm one of the most popular models in the world."
"I be lettin' ya in on a secret. Worty was gonna make ya a proposal at first but changed his mind after meetin' ya. He be figurin' ya not cut out for it."
"That's outrageous! How am I not cut out for porn?"
He chuckled. "Take it easy, Miss Soulbright. He thought ya might be offended if he asked, considerin' you're a professional and all. Besides, if ya knew how big I was, ya would understand why he needs me."
"Oh, please. I'm sure it's nothing special."
"Ya wanna see for yourself?"
She had not expected such audacity from him and was not sure what to say. Perhaps it wasn't uncommon for Zandalari men to show off their genitals to new acquaintances, but the conversation was quickly heading into scandalous territory. How could she decline his offer without sounding like a prig? There couldn't be a better opportunity to see his manhood than this but disclosing her desire to see it was out of the question.
After a while, he made the decision for her. Before she could object, he stood up and lowered his pants, brandishing a cock the likes of which she couldn't have imagined in her wildest fantasies. She could not help but swoon at the sight of it. It eventually occurred to her how ridiculous the situation was and she looked away. "You may be a little bigger than average" she dismissed.
"Just bigga dan average? I know damn well ya never seen one half as big as mine where ya be from."
"Yes, well, I'm sure the average ogre is far bigger than the average elf, but that doesn't make me interested. Now put your pants back on, you pervert."