... wine and nodding thanks to the innkeeper before following Vallun up the stairs. He took the time to lustily watch her ample hips sway as she hobbled half-drunk up the stairs.
Once the door closed solidly behind them, they stood looking into each other's eyes taking in the moment and allowing the wine to squash any uncertainties they might be having. They smiled, giggled a little like children, and blushed.
"I'm afraid I'm not sure how to start this interracial act of coupling," Vallun whispered.
"What do Draenei do in this situation?" Symond asked.
"Well," she replied running a nervous hand over one of her smooth horns. "Normally a female and male butt their horns together in a sort of mating ritual; however, seeing that Humans do not have horns, I think it would either crack your skull in the impact or render you unconscious."
"Ah yes," Symond agreed, "that would be a problem."
Vallun bit her bottom lip and coyly scraped the tip of her hoof on the floor. "And um, what do Humans do in this situation?" she asked.
In response, Symond approached her and ran his hands down her shoulders, brushing away her hair and gently pushing the fabric of her robes off. She gasped as he took her lips to his. Her lips were not human, but warm and full just the same. Symond kissed her tenderly until she seemed to relax and ...