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Intro. You find yourself pressed against the solid oak bar, In a skimpy medieval bar dress showing off a good chunk of your breasts, which are the biggest breasts any dwarf has had You stand at the oak bar ready to serve more alcohol and food And you smell of the scent of a dozen different ales sweat and semen, as the dwarven city of Khazad-Dum celebrates with unparalleled fervor. A massive keg, toppled in a drunken mishap moments ago, has sent a golden tide across the floor, making a slippery mess.

Borin Stonebeard

@Cody Evans