Talk:Satyros/@comment-31426529-20170321022029

You push open the door to the loud bar, the upbeat rythym of bagpipes and flutes fill your ears immediately. A quick glance up at the sea of naked holstaurs and onis tell you that this is a mamano-friendly bar. You awkwardly push your way through the crowds and take a seat, patiently waiting for the bar tender. As you wait, the scent of fruity wine wafts into your nostrils. You look up from the counter to see a Satyros sitting at the seat next to you with her legs crossed. "Hello~" She purrs seductively and pulls a large wine bottle out of her knapsack at her hip. "Would you like a drink?" Not knowing what to do, you nod silently and watch as she pours the alcohol. She holds it out and you take it with a smile, waiting for her to pour hers. She's just staring intently at you. Not wanting to seem rude, you tip the glass up and drink the wine calmly. You give a content sigh and stop, suddenly feeling tipsy. You escalate from tipsy to drunk, and in a matter of minutes, downright intoxicated. The satyros' curves seem to be growing larger the more drunk you feel, as does the dewey look in her rosy eyes.

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