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. What was in that wine..? You shake the thought off, seeing the satyros' curves growing larger the more drunk you feel, as is the dewey look in her rosy eyes.

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