It had been ten years since Nash last walked through the ancient streets of Silvermoon. Back then, the city was much different than it was now. The sin'dorei were in turmoil after their beloved king had betrayed them to his demonic master. As a champion of the Horde, he had fought alongside many of the disillusioned elves in the Shattered Sun Offensive. Against all odds, they prevailed against the Burning Legion, securing a new age of peace and prosperity. Now the orc could see the difference his deeds had made for the renewed kingdom and the future generations who would inherit it.
Nash had befriended a few of these elves during their campaign. One of them, a paladin named Landaril, had invited him to the ten-year reunion of their victory. Eager to see his old comrades-in-arms, he accepted. All the orc had to do now was find an appropriate outfit for the occasion. Heeding Landaril's recommendation, he searched the city's Bazaar district for a specific tailor who was a cut above the rest. Although he had to stop and ask for directions a couple of times, he eventually found his destination: Linori's Boutique.
When Nash walked into the store, he was greeted by no small number of mannequins dressed in lavish elven couture. Many of the outfits appeared to be made for women, leading him to wonder if this had been a mistake. Nevertheless, he proceeded to the counter and rang the magical bell for assistance. A few seconds later, an elven woman appeared from another room. She was a cute blonde with a fair complexion and a buxom figure. He could tell by her fancy red dress that she was an authority in fashion, providing him reassurance that she could be trusted.
"Nash!"
The woman's eyes lit up as she approached him, leaving him to wonder how she knew his name. It was possible Landaril had told her he'd be coming, but the way she said his name made it seem like she had already met him before. Had she? He smiled at her in spite of his confusion, struggling to remember. "Ah, yes, I've come to purchase some clothes" he explained.
"You really don't remember me?" she asked with slight disappointment. "I suppose I can forgive you. It was ten years ago, after all..."
Suddenly, it dawned on Nash that Landaril had a young daughter named Linori. He recalled being acquainted with her and was charmed by how sweet she was. Standing before him now, he could see she had developed into a gorgeous woman. Now it made sense why her father referred him to her store. Like any proud parent, he wanted his old friend to see the smart entrepreneur his child had become.
"Ah, Linori! You've grown so much since I last saw you."
Linori laughed gently and stepped behind the counter. "And it looks like you've acquired a few new scars since I last saw you. I bet you have some interesting stories to share..."
"Well, sure. I've been in several campaigns since I left Quel'Thalas. Northrend, Twilight Highlands, Pandaria..."
Linori set her elbows on the counter and leaned forward, resting her chin upon her palms. He tried not to be distracted by her enticing posture as he regaled her with his feats of heroism. She seemed enthralled by his stories and would have likely listened to him go on for hours if he didn't stop himself. "Well, that's enough about me. What have you been doing these last ten years? It looks like you have your own store now."
Linori leaned back and gestured to the merchandise. "Yes, it's all mine. I've always wanted to design clothing. I'm still a bit new to running a business, though. I suppose you're here to find something to wear to my father's party?"
"Yes, that's right."
"I can certainly help you with that. I'll just need to take your measurements..."
With a roll of string in hand, Linori walked around the counter and went to work. She started with his collar and gradually made her way down to his waist. "You have an impressive physique" she commented with a flattering tone. "Thanks" he replied, hoping she didn't notice the conspicuous bulge that was growing in his pants. It was likely she had, however, for her cheeks were red by the time she moved down to measure his thighs. Realizing how awkward this was, he tried to change the subject. "Are you going to the reunion, too?"
"Of course. I spent months on my dress."
"Good, I'm looking forward to seeing it."
"If you want, I can show you some of the other projects I've been working on..."
"Sure."
Now that she was finished sizing him up, she nodded in the direction of the adjacent room. "There are stairs leading to the basement. Just wait for me down there while I finish these notes."
Nodding, Nash descended into the room below. The space was cluttered with rolls of fabric and various tools of the trade. He walked over to a desk and peeked at the patterns she had been working on, fascinated by the meticulous detail she put into her designs. A few minutes later, he heard her footsteps as she came down to join him. He decided this would be the right time to compliment her work. Yet, when she came into view, he was left speechless. The woman had changed out of her dress into lacy pink undergarments that somehow made her seem more alluring than if she had just been completely nude. His eyes grew wide at the sight of her, but he wasn't sure what to say.
"This is the newest addition to my lingerie collection," she revealed. "What do you think?"
"It looks... good" he answered with as much tact as he could muster. He had never heard of the term 'lingerie' before but didn't want to admit it. Was this something one was supposed to wear to sleep? If so, it didn't make any sense why she was wearing high heels and jewelry. As confused as he was, he could not deny that her attire made him want to have her.
She grinned and began to strut in his direction. "This is what I like designing the most. I suppose I have a good understanding of what men find sexy." Stopping within an intimate distance of him, she reached for his hand and brought it up to feel the texture of her top. "This is imperial silk from Pandaria. Feels nice, right?" Before he had a chance to say anything, she spun around and took his other hand to guide both of them to her voluptuous breasts. In this way, she made him fondle her as she pressed her back up against him. "You feel nice, too. So strong..."
"Er... Linori, I'm not sure--"
"Don't worry, I closed the store before I came down. We have the whole place to ourselves..."
Linori then brought his right hand to her crotch. "Feel" she insisted. Nash's reservations about fooling around with his friend's daughter quickly fell to the wayside as he touched her. Elven women were far more delicate than orc women, but that was a plus as far as he was concerned. The more effeminate, the better. Ensuingly, his fingers dipped under her panties to massage her clit, eliciting a soft gasp. She was thoroughly moist, confirming his suspicion that she was ripe for the taking. For a minute or two he plied her this way, forcing her to vent sounds of flagrant bliss. "Mm... You're so good at this..."
"We're just getting started" he asserted.
She tittered with excitement, then turned around and pulled his head down to kiss him. While they made out, he groped her tushy, savoring the pliability of her luscious contours. This made her croon with approval, encouraging him to continue. When her desire became too much to bear, she broke away from him.
