It was a sunny afternoon in Dazar'alor's marketplace as Lozak leaned against a wall and observed the midday hustle and bustle. As one of the more talented rogues of Zandalar, he was sharper than the average troll and had amassed a small fortune through unscrupulous means. Regrettably, he spent his wealth on vices as fast as he earned it, leaving him constantly on the prowl for new opportunities. Recently, he had been unable to find any lucrative jobs, and so he now stalked the Zocalo for the perfect mark. Pickpocketing came easily for the thief, but he was not entirely without morals. He only stole from the upper caste, deeming them better suited to endure a relatively minor reduction of their wealth. Even so, Lozak was no hero, and what he took from the rich was kept for himself.
All of a sudden, he noticed a conspicuous woman navigating her way through the crowd: a blood elf. Moreover, she was a gorgeous, stacked, long-haired brunette with warm olive skin and vivid green eyes. She wore a sultry black dress of satiny fabric that clung tightly around her curvaceous body and treated spectators to a flattering view of her hourglass figure. The outfit was particularly effective at exhibiting the cleavage of her ponderous breasts which were at least as big as cantaloupes if not bigger. Additionally, the hemline of the dress was only a few inches beneath her hips, drawing attention to the shapely thighs of her long, tantalizing legs. A pair of haute high-heeled sandals graced her feet, the straps of which weaved up about twelve inches past her ankles. This glamorous ensemble was completed with opulent golden jewelry that adorned her ears, neck, and wrists. It was hard to take his eyes off of a creature so enticing.
Yet, as attractive as she was, she seemed rather foolish to be wandering through the Zocalo like this by herself. Wasn't she aware she was a prime target for a robbery? He suspected her naïveté was a consequence of being raised in a privileged environment, a theory supported by the fact that she owned such sumptuous attire. Rich elven tourists like her were rarely prepared for the savage realities of Zandalar. The wayward vixen was like a sheep walking into a den of lions, and to her misfortune, Lozak was the type of opportunist to take advantage of her.
As she walked past him, he called out to her with an arrestingly deep voice. "I can tell ya far from home, sweet ting."
She stopped, turned around, and eyed him suspiciously. A troll who spoke something besides Zandali was uncommon. "Well... obviously..." she responded as she cautiously approached him. "My husband decided to surprise me with a trip to Zuldazar for our anniversary. I thought I might go out and enjoy some shopping, but I didn't realize you people built your city like a maze."
"Sounds like ya could use some directions..."
"I certainly could, and you look like you know your way around..."
"Well... why don't you persuade me, den?"
"What do you mean?"
"I tink ya know what I mean..."
A scowl appeared on her face once she realized what he was suggesting. "Ew... You can't be serious. You didn't really think that would work on a woman like me, did you?" She raised the back of her left hand, flashing a gigantic diamond ring that appeared grossly expensive. "Besides, I'm happily married... and even if I wasn't, I'm not into trolls."
He chuckled. "Whateva ya say, mon. Good luck findin' someone around here who can understand ya. I'll be waitin' right here when ya change ya mind..."
"I'll take my chances, pervert."
She stormed off, only to return a few minutes later in defeat. It surprised him how quickly it took her to reconsider his proposal. Perhaps she was just that desperate to find her way back to the inn, or perhaps she was curious about what Zandalari men had to offer. Either way, he won. "All right, I suppose today's your lucky day..." she said with distinct bitterness. "...but this stays between us, got it?"
Lozak led her away from the Zocalo to a vacant chamber in Zanchul where they would have some privacy. At this time of day, it was unlikely anyone else would be wandering inside, although they wouldn't have been the first couple to be caught having sex there. Even he had brought a date to this place on several occasions to defile sacred ground with unrestrained lust. As far as reputation was concerned, the risk was far greater for her than it was for him, but she seemed oblivious to the significance of the pyramid or the likelihood of being discovered by one of its custodians.
Once they were inside, the elf leaned against a wall with her arms folded as Lozak undressed. "I hope this isn't your idea of a romantic venue," she chided. "Then again, I suppose I shouldn't expect a troll to understand the concept of romance."
"It's nice and quiet," he responded. "Ya should appreciate dat, at least."
He noticed her staring at his musculature the instant he pulled off his shirt. She was not very good at hiding her interest in him, but it was only natural for a woman to be drawn to his strapping Zandalari physique. His body was built to go all night long, a well-known requirement for the insatiable women of his race. When it came to breeding, the anatomy of a male troll was far superior to anything an elven woman would find back home, and this was especially true where it counted the most. Naturally, they were easy to seduce once they became aware of the truth.
