Brakk SheeldSakk
Added 2022-04-22 01:55:43 +0000 UTCYou're chilling out in the inn minding your own business when this weird sounds starts hitting your ear, this deep sloshing that's just getting louder and louder until the saloon style doors are shoved inward by what you can only describe as a massive purple ballsack with a thick beard of pink fluff running down the middle.
A heavy musk rolls into the room, wafting over you like a pink tsunami of pure condensed fuckmusk. The owner of those balls sashays in afterward, a grin on his little head. He's 3 feet of condensed stud, a koballs with contrasting pink body hair and a breastplate that only covers his breast and leaves his gut to air out.
No one dares to mess with him as he comes walking brazenly in - Koballs aren't usually welcome in polite company. But he grins at anyone who shoots him a look and pulls up a stool right next to you. The smell is eye-watering, but in a good way. He pretends not to notice you're staring and orders a drink. The bartender reaches for something hard and the koballs holds up a hand. "Nah, somethin' fruity."
While the befuddled bartender makes his drink he turns to look at you with that same cocky drink. "'Ey, I'm Brakk. Brakk Sheeldsakk. 'S pretty cold t'night. Why doncha let me keep ya warm?" he asks with a charming street accent, shooting you that cocksure grin.
