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Maintaining Secrecy

Alannah Ravenbreeze is, by all accounts, an ambitious elf. Since arriving in Stormwind two years ago she’s quickly made a name for herself as the most successful florist in the Eastern Kingdoms, operating right out of the Trade District.

But what many don’t know is that she has no talent in floristry whatsoever. Her true talent is found in the management of the brothel residing beneath the floor of her flower shop, which exists merely to act as an innocent front. All one need do is inquire about the nonexistent ‘Stormwind Hyacinth’ to be permitted entry.

It stands to reason the king would shut her venture down were he to ever find out. While many are happy merely to serve as clientele, Alannah has to personally convince some members of the Stormwind Army to look the other way. 

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Twas the night before Winter’s Veil, and all through the mound, not an ogre was burping, not making a sound. The meats were all hung by the cooking pits with clumsy, hoping Greatfather Winter would not consider decor all quite ugly. Yet far in the back, one ogre fell in surprised from where he stood, as the “Elf On A Dick” inserted him, as deep as she could. “Good boys get presents!” the elf said with a moan, “But naughty boys are better, because they get to bone!” The ogre laughed his agreement as he started to buck, his ridiculous manhood forced deeper, “Oh fuck! fuck… FUCK!”
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