Business was slow for Raggarn's Junk Emporium. Ever since the end of the great war, the orc proprietor had been struggling to find customers. As one of the Mag'har, he had crossed the portal from Draenor to Azeroth with the expectation of endless conquest, but the life fate had prescribed for him was far less interesting. Here he stood, a fierce warrior, resigned to sell decommissioned military equipment from behind a counter. He knew such a profession did not bring honor to his ancestors, but it was still better than finding work as a peon.
On one hot summer day, Raggarn was polishing an axe when two unlikely patrons walked into his store. They were blood elves, a male and a female, appearing sorely out of their element. Their kind was uncommon in the Horde capital, and the few he did cross paths with were usually diplomats. Like most blood elves, they were finely dressed in luxurious clothes and carried themselves with an air of superiority. As surprising as their presence was, he was eager to earn their business. "Throm-ka!" he greeted heartily.
The male, a snobbish individual who looked exasperated from marching around in the heat, approached Raggarn's counter with a bit of reluctance. "Yes, how do you do?" he started with a haughty tone. "I'm afraid my wife and I have managed to get ourselves lost in your... city. Would you happen to know how to get to Godan's Runeworks from here?"
Raggarn did his best to hide his disappointment when he replied. "Ah, of course. You'll just continue west along The Drag. It will be on your left right before you reach the Valley of Wisdom."
The elf smiled with relief, then turned to leave as abruptly as he had entered. "My thanks. Let's go, Saede."
The woman he issued the command to was quick to refuse him. "Now Astathon, where are your manners? It would be rude to visit this man's establishment without at least seeing what he has to offer."
When Raggarn's gaze shifted to Saede, he was instantly intrigued. He had not expected such kindness from the woman who seemed just as vain as her husband. She was exceptionally pleasant to look at, even for someone of her notoriously attractive race. Her legs were long, her thighs were thick, her hips were wide, her waist was tight, and her breasts were, without a doubt, the largest he had ever seen. As if these assets weren't enticing enough, she also possessed vibrantly tan skin and flossy light-blonde hair that extended to her lower back. Complimenting this incredible body was a risque red ensemble of high-heeled boots, forearm-long gloves, a short skirt with slits on either side and a sleeveless crop top that was barely able to stretch around her massive bust. With a meticulous application of cosmetics to accentuate her elfin face and fashionable choice in accessories, her seductiveness was second to none.
Saede winked at Raggarn when she noticed him leering at her, a gesture that went unobserved by her husband. The man sighed languidly at his wife's suggestion to stay, then responded in turn. "You read the sign outside, didn't you? This is literally a junk store."
"So what?" she responded. "Why visit Orgrimmar if we're not going to immerse ourselves in the culture? There's no telling what we may find!"
"Whatever," he relented. "Just make it quick."
With the argument now concluded, Astathon withdrew to a corner of the room. Saede began to peruse the store with a victorious swagger. After a few minutes, she approached the counter. "You have quite an interesting collection here," she complimented.
"Thank you," Raggarn replied. "Is there something you're looking for in particular?"
"Yes, in fact! Would you happen to have any staves?"
"Staves? Sure, I've got a few upstairs. Would you like to take a look?"
"I'd love to, actually!"
"Right this way..."
While Astathon scowled impatiently in his corner, Raggarn led Saede up a ramp to the second floor. Once there, the orc pointed her to a trunk resting on the other side of the room. "Thank you," she said as she sashayed past him. Shortly thereafter, he was treated to the sight of the gorgeous woman bending over the trunk as she rifled through the contents. The way her bulbous ass peeked out beneath her tiny skirt was a convincing invitation to have some fun with her, and he was keen to accept.
"Is there a certain type of staff you're looking for?" Raggarn asked as he undressed.
"Yes... it needs to be firm..." she answered in a suggestive tone.
