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Moonlighting By: Lyrissa Selena Keysmith jogged up the last few of the stone steps leading to the door into her private laboratory. She panted from the exertion as she opened the door and entered, trying to remember if her time scaling the stairwell was improving at all. As she strode through the shelves packed with arcane tomes and the tables laden with magical equipment the beautiful female human mage quickly forgot about her self-imposed training schedule. She ran one hand through her midnight black hair and peered out the window at the sky above rooftops and steeples of Stormwind's mage quarter. A smile spread across Selena's full lips. It was time. The two moons of Azeroth were on the rise. Selena rushed over to the stout wooden closet occupying one corner of the laboratory, the dragon faces decorating its top glaring down at the mage as if they were alive. Selena flung the doors open, reaching inside and feeling an almost electric jolt as her hands pushed through several limp, soft shapes suspended from hangers inside. She searched for only a few seconds before her greedy fingers closed around a limp object inside and she pulled it out, feeling her heart race at the very touch. She had tried to silence the small voice in her head for so long. She had tried to insist that all her work with disguises and transformations was just for practical reasons and that she took no pleasure whatsoever in it. That was all a lie, of course. As Selena carried the furry gray form of an empty skin back into the center area of the lab, she knew that she wanted this more than anything else. It was a forbidden pleasure, a masquerade that let the normally shy mage girl live out fantasies and urges that she didn't dare pursue in her normal identity. Held in her hands was the empty, limp skin of a tall gray-furred creature, a hybrid between wolf and man with a muzzled face and pointed ears. Selena's fingers stroked along the masterfully sculpted muscle lines of the skin, loving the soft yet firm sensation of the surface of the disguise. Selena wasted no more time admiring her favorite skin from the outside, and quickly began undressing. The Blue Recluse tavern beckoned, and Selena could not resist its siren song. She dreamed of slipping into her other identities during daytime when she was working on this magical project or that, or holding dry lectures to bored acolytes of the Kirin Tor. "I've made you wait all empty and sad for too long again, haven't I?" Selena said with a pout, patting the skin in her hands. With a chuckle, the naked woman closed her eyes and focused on the limp shape in her hands. As she wove a telekinesis spell, Selena slowly made the skinsuit inflate and animate, stirring on its own until she could release it onto the floor where it wobbled and righted itself. It was still just an empty thing animated by magic, but it could move on its own, which was Selena's favorite way of getting into character. She raised one leg and the suit obediently opened wide, its back seam held open by the magical force. The suit let Selena step into it and her feminine legs vanished into the broader ones of the suit. Selena wiggled her toes into the paws of the costume as well as she could, but they naturally didn't fit that well yet. At her mental command the skin once more stirred and began moving. The open torso of the suit crept upwards, the broad muscular chest of the disguise pushing down against Selena's skin. She felt her soft breasts flatten as the skin closed around them and the broader waist of the costume close around hers. Like a pair of moving gloves the arms of the suit slid up over Selena's arms, the large, powerful hands of the suit wiggling in place over Selena's dainty hands. She gasped in pleasure as the seam of the suit slowly began sliding upwards over her buttocks, making the disguise close around her. The bodysuit had a heady, masculine smell which Selena found almost intoxicating. As she shuddered from the sensation of the slightly moist suit closing on her own skin, the mask of the disguise opened wide and slid up across Selena's face. The muzzle aligned itself over her nose and mouth while the empty eyeholes slipped over Selena's own eyes. Without her glasses she didn't see too well except at close range, but she knew the blurriness was merely a temporary setback. She felt the hairs of the mane on the costume's neck tickle her own pale back as the mask slipped fully over her head, hiding her long black hair from view. Without hesitation, Selena mentally manipulated the spell to finish the job. The skin clamped down over certain parts of her body while filling out in others. In many ways it was like being massaged by a gentle lovers touch as the animated object aligned around Selena's body before the seam began slipping up over her back on its own. Selena cooed as the pleasant feeling of the suit touching and caressing her made her skin prickle, but the sensation only lasted for a few more moments as the seam pulled itself shut at the nape of the black-furred neck of the disguise. The costumed form standing in the center of the laboratory shuddered and groaned as the body within and the suit became one, merging and filling out until they were indistinguishable. No longer a woman wearing an elaborate magical disguise, now the figure was someone totally different. "Errol Blacknail, at yer service," the worgen man said as a wide grin spread across his muzzle. The worgen who had been Selena Keysmith until moments ago chuckled as he flexed his arms, relishing in the feeling of physical power that the change brought. He had wondered many times if this is what it felt like for normal worgen when they changed from human to feral form. Compared to Selena, Errol was much taller and broader, with well-shaped muscles on his gray-furred frame. He strode over to study himself in the foot-length mirror that Selena had installed, posing and flexing as he let the change fully sink in. He was quite a handsome specimen, or at least Selena thought so, and this time he was quite sure he was going to be the center of attention at the tavern. A faint twitch at his groin made Errol wince a little, and he had to forcefully restrain himself from reaching down to touch himself. It was so tempting, but when he had let himself fall to that temptation in the past he had been unable to leave the tower for hours, and tonight Errol was going on the prowl. The worgen male strode over to pick up the small bundle of clothes which Selena had prepared. He slipped into a tight-fitting pair of shorts and a short-sleeved brown tunic which left much of his muscular chest exposed. This skimpy outfit was completed with a pair of thigh-high footless boots and a pair of gloves which left his clawed fingers free. Errol gave himself a quick look-over in the mirror again, now quite convinced he was the greatest gift to women that Azeroth had ever produced. Deciding he was as ready as he would ever be, Errol left the laboratory and descended the spiral stairwell to leave Selena's tower through the back door. With confident steps the worgen man strode through the small streets of Stormwind's mage quarter towards his target, utterly unaware that his exit from the tower had been observed. As he walked towards the Blue Recluse, Errol's mind briefly considered the note that Selena had received a few days ago. The simple letter had arrived through a private courier and instructed Selena to "Beware anyone wearing a disguise", signed with the name "Ja'wara". This had come as quite a surprise to Selena as she had not expected to see that name again, particularly when Selena was in her true identity in her home city of Stormwind. Ja'wara was the troll disguise adopted by a blood elf rival who had attempted to capture Selena on one of her previous missions where Selena had masqueraded as the orc warrior Brumak. Brumak and the troll had parted amicably, and Selena had in fact ended up confiding some of her secrets with Ja'wara and the other two who she had shared the adventure with, but seeing the note was still a shock. Errol wondered what the blood elf meant. Had one of the other two costumed operatives that they had adventured with turned against them? One had been a draenei disguised as an ogre, and the other an actual worgen man masquerading as a blood elf girl, but neither had seemed like they had any ulterior motives which might make them suddenly have it in for Selena. Maybe it was something else then, Errol thought. Some unknown operative who had tracked Selena's mishaps in costume and was now out to get her for their own reasons. The worgen shrugged a little to himself and decided to just keep his eyes and ears alert to any potential danger. Errol's senses were at least a lot sharper than Selena's, which in concert with his much more developed physique made the worgen male a wily and dangerous foe. The welcoming, warm glow of the tavern beckoned Errol from the square ahead. It was like a lighthouse penetrating the fog and it quickly scattered the worgen's dark musings. He was here to have fun, damnit, and he wasn't going to let some shadowy danger get in the way. There were people laughing and drinking at the tables set on the stone porch outside the inn, and music filtered out through the open stained glass windows of the building. Errol smiled and winked to a night elf woman who passed him going down the street, but she didn't even acknowledge his greeting. The worgen continued undaunted, walking up the small stone path to the entrance to the Blue Recluse. "Oh, I am so sorry!" a female voice said, and Errol felt something splash over his back fur. The gray-furred worgen turned around to see a female draenei with vibrant blue skin dressed in a tight-fitting purple and grey tunic with a hooded cloak standing behind him looking very sheepish. "Ah, it's alright girl. I didn't mean to spill your drink," Errol said in his deep, gruff voice, smiling at the draenei. "Maybe I can buy you another one?" The draenei mumbled something and pulled the thick scarf covering her face tighter, then turned and hurried away from Errol. Guessing he had offended her somehow, Errol shrugged and walked through the doorway into the tavern, scratching his back where he had been drenched. "Ladies, women of all races, your savior Errol Blacknail has arrived!" the worgen man said as loud as he could as he entered the Blue Recluse. Many eyes turned to study the newcomer, and just as many dismissive scoffs were heard right afterwards. Errol was somewhat notorious at the tavern already and his horrible pickup lines had already become the stuff of legend around the bar counter. Undaunted by the cold welcome, Errol strode in as if he owned the building and went up to order a large Stormstout ale for himself. Selena couldn't hold her liquor very well, but Errol had the extra fortitude needed, meaning he could spend a lot of her hard-earned coin in one night of (unsuccessful) flirting. "Why hello there, my beauty. I see you are a priestess of the Light?" Errol began, smiling at a blonde-haired woman who was enjoying a glass of wine with a female friend next to the worgen. "Might I ask you for a favor? I seem to be in need of some healing, because my pants are getting tighter all the time. Maybe you could take a look?" The blonde priestess opened her mouth to retort but her eyes were all of a sudden a bit unfocused and she looked like she couldn't remember what she had wanted to say. "O-oh really? Why does a big, strong worgen like you need my help?" she suddenly blurted with a broad smile on her lips. Errol blinked, totally stunned. His pickup line had worked. How had it worked? That one had gotten him slapped by priests, kneed by shamans and punched by paladins in the past. And yet the blonde priestess was staring up at him with a goofy smile on her face. Her friend, a red-headed slender high elf moved around the priestess to say something, and then she stopped, blinked and rubbed her head. "...oh wow, you're really strong, aren't you? Would you like to go running sometime?" the elf said, letting one of her fingers trace along Errol's exposed abs. Now the worgen was really surprised. It was pleasant that one of his lines had worked once, but now it seemed he didn't even need to flirt. It was like he had finally turned a corner and figured out how to make himself attractive to women. As he opened his mouth to say something to the two ladies, there was a tap on his shoulder. "Excuse me sir, can I buy you a drink?" Errol turned to stare into the face of a night elf woman, as tall as he was with deep purple skin and long green hair. She had the same somewhat vacant smile as the other two women who were still gawking at Errol and leaned in far enough that he got a good whiff of her soothing smell. She smelled like a beautiful day in the forest in spring, and Errol suddenly found his pants become just a little bit tighter. "My dear, I'm afraid you will have to wait a moment, as I was just talking to these two beautiful ladies," Errol said. "Yeah, take a hike wood elf," the human priestess said. "I saw him first." Errol raised his hands as he noticed the night elf growing tense. "Ladies. Ladies! There's no need for you to fight. There's enough Errol for all of you!" The worgen's mind was already filled with lovely rosy images of a night of pleasure spent with any of the three women... or maybe even all three of them? Errol's heart skipped a beat, and he began formulating a plan of action. "You can all leave now. This gorgeous dish is mine!" a new voice said. Errol turned his head to see a draenei woman with almost pure white skin and gently arcing horns stride towards the group. It was definitely a different one from the one who had collided with Errol earlier, and this one moved with a much greater sense with grace and poise as well. "By the Light, you are truly magnificent," the draenei said in her heavily accented voice. "Come, I shall show you how we made love on Draenor. But beware, it will be very... draining." She winked at Errol, who was suddenly aware that his other three admirers were bristling on both sides of him. "You spacegoat skank, who are you, trying to steal someone else's man?" "Get lost, long-ears, I was here first!" "He doesn't need any oversized slut, he needs a fine-limbed graceful woman to fill his needs." "What did you just call me?" As the four women argued loudly, Errol's head span. He had no idea what was going on anymore. One week ago no woman would even allow him to buy her a drink, and now they were fighting over him? While the ladies were distracted, Errol quietly slipped between the draenei and night elf and scooted along the bar counter to a quieter corner of the tavern. The tightness in his pants was still there, but all this sudden attention had also brought a sense of confusion. "Ach, don't ye mind them lasses, pup," said a deep but feminine voice next to Errol. He turned to see a female dwarf, reaching no higher than his hips. She had fiery red hair arranged in two braids and broad , strong features. She was also smiling up at him with the same doe-eyed expression he had seen on the other four women. "Now why dontcha sit down and grab a pint with me, eh?" she said, raising a goblet towards Errol. "Erm, I..." the worgen began. "Get lost, shortstuff," said another female voice. A black-furred female worgen leaned in towards Errol, her muzzle taking in his scent in deep sniffs. She grinned, displaying rows of sharp teeth and gave him a wink. Errol felt his throat grow dry, trying to think of what to say. This was beyond anything he could ever have expected from his pub crawl. In fact, this was downright suspicious. "Why don't you and I go somewhere private?" the worgen growled to Errol. "Nae, not with a hairy strumpet like ye. But mayhap with a real dwarf woman!" the dwarf protested, and soon the two women had locked eyes and were staring each other down. Suddenly something clicked in Errol's mind. Something was wrong here, and it wasn't just that his pickup line hadn't gotten him slapped. The way all these women were behaving was beyond suspicious, and they were all over-eager to go somewhere alone with him. Was this the danger Ja'wara had warned him of? Perhaps he was surrounded by hostile agents, all out to lure him away and incapacitate him for their own nefarious deeds? Errol suddenly remembered the warning of costumed people, and was the worgen and dwarf woman exchanged insults he quietly inspected the nape of the worgen female's neck. Errol's sharp eyes could not pick out any suspicious bulge there that might indicate a hidden seam, but in the dim light of the tavern he couldn't be entirely sure. "Ladies, excuse me. I see a friend over there," Errol said, slipping away before the dwarf and worgen could say anything. "I'm the friend you mean, I hope?" said a slender figure blocking his way. A curvaceous human woman with black hair in a long ponytail blocked Errol's way, and as his eyes roamed across her beautiful body he felt his heartbeat quicken. She was dressed in a very skimpy black dress which left much of her supple skin exposed and which made Errol's throat dry up. "Mister Blacknail, you wern't just going to leave were you?" she purred. To Errol's sudden surprise he recognized this woman. She was Imara Bleakheart, a warlock and one of Stormwind's cadre of reluctantly accepted such practitioners. She was also a sometime colleague of Selena, and not someone that would just randomly flirt with an unfamiliar worgen. Now Errol was convinced he was at the center of a plot. Surely some or all of these women were in truth hostile agents out to get him. But he wouldn't let them. Let them wear themselves out arguing over who would get the privilege of being Errol's companion. Meanwhile he would enjoy the spectacle from the bar, and the free drinks it would bring. Soon however, this plan started to seem like a bad idea. Errol's admirers were getting more and more vocal, each one insisting he come with them and spurn the others. The first punch was thrown within the hour of Errol arriving at the tavern, and the male patrons and staff had a tough time calming down the flaring tempers of the ladies. To Errol's confusion, even the waitresses of the Blue Recluse were flirting openly with him, and when the innkeeper's wife came out of the kitchen to see what the racket was about, she too grew starry-eyed and was soon draping herself across the arm of the worgen man. Errol felt more and more like he should just go back to his tower and unmask back into Selena, as he didn't want anyone to get hurt on his account. He tried to make himself as small as possible as the women argued violently as if Errol was a slab of prime meat being bid for at a butcher's auction. Suddenly Errol felt the light touch of a hand across his bicep. He turned his head, expecting another woman who had succumbed to the odd behavior which seemed to spread like a plague around Errol. Instead he looked into the silvery eyes of the purple-clad draenei girl who had run into him in the doorway. Errol quirked an eyebrow in surprise as he had seen the woman leave in a hurry, but she raised a finger to her lips, still covered by her scarf. She nodded towards the exit, and suddenly Errol understood. Slipping between the patrons, the two of them kept their heads down as much as possible as they made their way through the chaos towards the exit. Finally a bit of good fortune, Errol thought. Soon he would be clear of all this trouble, and the kindly draenei could- Errol realized something. He was being lead somewhere by someone he didn't know, and since all the guests at the Blue Recluse were pouring into the taproom to witness the brewing fight, Errol and the draenei would be more or less alone outside. In other words, exactly what he had suspected the many amorous women had wanted of him. As Errol followed the draenei through the crowd, he knew what he had to do. He raised his arm to brush another customer aside and 'accidentally' snagged his clawed had on the back of the draenei woman's cowl and scarf, tugging them down to expose her blue-skinned neck. Errol's sharp eyes picked out a small, well-concealed nub right at the nape of the draenei's neck. Errol mumbled an apology and the draenei smiled at him before tugging the hood and scarf back up, hiding the odd bulge from view again. The worgen man's muscles tensed. It was not an accident that this woman had collided with him earlier. Somehow this was as a large distraction, a ruse to get him alone. It now seemed very likely that she was the hostile agent that Errol had been looking for all evening. He briefly considered turning and running, but then decided that he wanted to get to the bottom of this. He was tired of being stalked and subjected to the plots of others. It was high time that Errol Blacknail took control of his own destiny. His senses and muscles now on full alert, he continued following the draenei girl towards the exit. As they left the tavern a cool breeze brushed through Errol's fur. The moons were high in the dark sky and the evening air was very pleasant after the stuffy taproom, heated by the many customers flocking into it and filled with the stench of alcohol and food. The worgen padded after the draenei through the now abandoned serving area and down into a small alleyway between the Blue Recluse and the building next to it. Errol felt as if his whole body was on edge now, just waiting for a dagger to flash at him out of the darkness or some similar treachery. "Thanks for the save, miss. It was getting a bit hairy in there. No pun intended," Errol said, trying to sound as casual as possible. "Yes, it was," the draenei girl said quietly. "I do so wish you would have just gone with your instincts and gone along with one of those girls." "And why is that?" Errol said, digging his feet into the ground. "Because now I have to resort to THIS," the draenei said and whirled on him. Errol's mind barely had time to take in what was happening. The blue- skinned woman was wielding a large crystal bottle with a spray attachment with a large rubber ball on top. Inside was a large mass of swirling pin liquid which seemed faintly luminous in the shadows of the alleyway. The worgen knew what was about to happen, and suddenly his body reacted. Moments before the draenei's hands closed on the spray bottle, Errol had dragged as much air into his lungs as he possibly could, which was a lot. When the woman squeezed the ball to send a large billowing cloud of pink mist towards Errol's face, he exhaled as hard as he could. The draenei did not have time to react, her reflexes much slower than Errol's. The large cloud was suddenly blown in the opposite direction, and flew right into the draenei woman's face. "N-no!" she screamed with a strangled cry. She was hacking and coughing as the mist enveloped her, and Errol took the opportunity to act. He grabbed her hand and turned the spray bottle around, then with his free hand tugged down her scarf all the way. Then he pushed the rubber ball as hard as he could, spraying more and more mist right into the face of the draenei. She struggled weakly in his grip as she hacked and spat, trying to get rid of the pink gas which had slipped into her mouth and nose and made its way down into her lungs. It was all for naught, however. Soon her struggles grew feeble and she shivered a bit. She stared down into the ground while Errol calmly pried the nearly empty spray bottle from her limp hand and flung it forcefully against the stone wall of the building behind him, where it shattered. The remaining pink liquid evaporated harmlessly within seconds and was gone on the night breeze. "Now then, mind telling me what this is all about?" Errol demanded. The draenei seemed like she was trying to focus on something else, staring down at the ground. However as her coughs grew fainter, she peeked up, and then her eyes went wide. Her panicked, angry expression suddenly softened, and a wide smile spread over her luscious lips. She was quite pretty, Errol thought, but he was already angry enough with her attempted attack that he shoved all such thoughts aside. "Well?" Errol asked. "Oh I'm so sorry, my love. I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me!" the draenei yelped. "Can you ever forgive me?" "Uh..." Errol responded, not letting go of the woman's wrists in case this was more treachery. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to... I ... I mean I did mean to, but now I see how stupid it was of me... Oh why didn't I realize earlier?" she said, looking almost teary-eyed. "Realize what? Who are you, lady?" Errol said, still unsure what this was all about. "Do... do you wish me to reveal myself, my love?" the draenei said in a servile tone. "Yes. Yes, I would like that. Go ahead and show me who you really are," Errol said, letting go of the draenei but keeping a close eye on her for any new attempts at trickery. The draenei woman nodded and smiled at Errol before she started undressing, peeling off her tight-fitting purple and gray outfit. Errol found himself staring at her curves as her body was slowly exposed to the evening air, but also kept telling himself she really wasn't what she seemed. As the draenei slipped out of her underwear to stand naked before him, she gave him a happy grin before reaching up to her neck and tug at the nub. Suddenly the beautiful draenei female collapsed to the ground as an empty husk and out of the open seam on her back stepped... "Greznog?" Errol almost shouted. The male goblin still had the same enraptured, teary-eyed look on his face as his draenei disguise had. Errol's mind briefly flicked back to his trip to Azshara with Ja'wara, and his run-in with the goblin Greznog who had been utterly horrified to learn that all of his traveling companions were in fact other people in skinsuits. To Errol's horror the short, greenskinned creature lunged at him, wrapping his wiry arms around Errol's thigh as Greznog wailed in sorrow. "I'm so sorry, Selena! I was so angry for some reason, so I wanted to get back at you for tricking me! But then I realized that those disguises you used would be worth a lot of money and I... and I..." he sobbed. "Wait, wait, wait. How did you find me?" Errol said, peeling Greznog off his leg in disgust. "I ran into that troll chick in Orgrimmar afterwards and I blackmailed her into telling me about you! She told me who you were and that you made the disguises yourself. Do you know how many thousands of gold just one skin costs to rent? That's not even considering buying one! If I learned your secrets I would be the richest goblin this side of a Trade Prince!" Greznog said, dejected. "So you were going to steal my secrets. But why all this?" Errol said, gesturing at the broken bottle and the empty draenei suit. "Oh I thought I'd get you distracted. I've spied on you for weeks and I knew about your trips to the tavern. So I thought I'd hook you up with some girls there with some of that perfume I splashed on you." "Perfume?" Errol said, and sniffed his arm. Yes, there was a faint smell there that hadn't been there when he left the tower. It was subtle and musky. "Same type of thing the Crown Chemical Co. makes," Greznog said sadly. "Figured if you were gone a whole night I'd have time to break in and steal all your notes. But now I realize I only did it because I love you! Errol, or Selena! I love you as whoever you are!" Errol wrinkled his muzzle. This definitely wasn't the kind of romantic attention he wanted, and he now felt very dirty from finding Greznog's draenei disguise so attractive earlier. "So you splashed me with something that made me attractive to all the ladies, and when that didn't work?" Errol demanded. "The... the love potion. To make you fall in love with me so madly you'd follow my every suggestion," Greznog said quietly, shifting uneasily. Apparently the goblin's muddled mind couldn't quite put together that he himself had been exposed to the potion, which was just as well. "I see. But then you realized you were actually in love with me instead?" Errol said. "Now do you feel bad about what you've done, Greznog? Someone could have gotten hurt from this silliness!" The goblin burst into tears, which was at once the most pathetic and the most uncomfortable thing Errol had ever seen. "I'm so sorry my love! I was just thinking of the money! I saw you as a way to quick riches rather than the beautiful, smart, wonderful person you are! I now know that I spent my last gold on this crazy scheme, renting that bodysuit, buying those potions... just to be with you!" Errol winced. In all his time trying out disguises he had never expected himself to be stuck in an alley with a lovesick goblin wailing at him. The worgen rubbed his chin, and was about to ask Greznog to get dressed so they could go and hand him over to the guard. A few nights in Stormwind's prison before being shipped back home might make Greznog rethink his plan. But then Errol paused. What was to prevent the goblin from spilling all of Selena's secrets, either to other people in Stormwind or to the people back in Orgrimmar. And then there was the love potion, which seemed to be very powerful indeed. "Ehm, Greznog? Could you calm down a bit?" Errol said in a soothing tone. The sobbing goblin blinked away his tears and looked up at the worgen hopefully. "How long was that potion made to last?" Errol asked, pointing at the bottle. "Oh it's all gone now. If someone emptied the bottle like that, the effect would be permanent," Greznog said. "That would be very bad, wouldn't it?" Errol nodded, but suddenly his mind was racing with an idea on what to do with Greznog. The goblin was a despicable criminal and moneygrubber, and if let loose could cause a lot more havoc in the future. But if the potion was that strong, and Greznog now considered Errol the love of his life and someone who could only offer good suggestions... Yes, there was something Errol could do, even though it wasn't something he had ever seriously considered before. "Greznog?" Errol said, getting the goblin's attention again. "Yes my love?" the green-skinned man said. "I think it would be best if you put your draenei disguise back on, Greznog," said Errol in a very friendly tone. The goblin seemed a little surprised at just how soft-spoken the worgen now was, but then a smile spread over his ugly, pointy-nosed face. He skipped over to the collapsed pile of the skinsuit and began shimmying into it, having a lot of trouble since it was so much bigger than he was. Seeing this, Errol walked over and helped Greznog into the costume, aligning his limbs right before Greznog started clumsily pulling the zipper up. As it closed, the draenei female slowly inflated and changed from empty skinsuit into real, breathing woman. She blinked at Errol with her large silvery eyes as he tried not to stare at her beautiful nude body as the moonlight played over her blue skin. "Now, this might be a little uncomfortable," Errol said, and gently turned the Greznog-draenei around. Focusing on a spell which Selena had developed but sworn never to use unless in the most extreme situation, and never to speak of to anyone, Errol felt a spark of blue energy leap from his outstretched fingers into the draenei's back. She yelped and goosebumps spread over her back as the sparkling energy trickled across her back and focused around the long seam running from her rump to her neck. Suddenly the energy flashed brightly and almost seared Errol's sensitive eyes as it closed around the outline of the seam. After the glow had died down, Errol blinked the spots from his eyes and carefully reached over to the end of the seam at the draenei's back. His taloned fingers closed around the edge of the zipper-like seam and tugged, and Errol's heart raced when he felt the object come loose cleanly under his tug. He slowly peeled the seam off of the blue-skinned back of the disguised Greznog, finally pulling the bump- like tab at her neck free with a soft 'pop'. Errol stared at the loose seam dangling from his hand, almost not believing the magic had worked. "W-what happened?" the draenei asked, turning around with a quizzical expression. "My back itches." Errol quickly flung the zipper into a sewer grate, and smiled. "Oh nothing, my dear. Now, I know you did a bad thing here, but I think there's a very good way for you to make up for it," he said with a smile. "Name it! Please, my love! I just want to make you happy!" the draenei said, smiling hopefully. "I want you to go back to the Exodar, the capital of the draenei on Azeroth. There I want you to volunteer to train as a priestess or a healer, so you can dedicate your life to helping others. If you managed to do that for me, then I won't be mad at you anymore." The draenei's pretty features clearly showed her confusion as her foggy mind tried to remember who she was and what she was doing here. But then she smiled again and nodded, her adoration overtaking any doubt. "For you, my love, anything! I promise to leave my old life behind and never speak a word of this to anyone until I am worthy of your love!" she said. "Good girl," Errol said, nodding. "Now may I suggest you get dressed and go book a ticket on the next boat?" She nodded, still smiling and slipped into her clothes. Errol felt relieved as she covered up at least a little, and was happy when she seemed ready to depart. "Thank you my love. I won't let you down!" she said, and giving Errol a peck on the cheek jogged off out of the alleyway and down the street towards the docks. Errol couldn't help but laugh, a deep gruff laughter which echoed against the walls. He had no idea what would happen to Greznog, but at least it was better than the alternatives. Selena didn't like violence much at all and was more than happy to see a non-violent solution to the situation. Sure, Errol hadn't found a woman who was willing to be with him out of her own free will yet, but at least he had successfully rooted out the plot against him. He felt like he was on top of the world after all the adoration of the evening, regardless of how fake it was, and now he was convinced that after a quick shower to get rid of the last lingering remains of Greznog's perfume he would be able to successfully apply everything he had learned tonight and use his newfound self-confidence to romance one of the many pretty ladies available at the tavern. With a skip in his step Errol headed over to the fountain and then back towards the Blue Recluse. Approximately four and a half minutes after he entered the Blue Recluse tavern again, Errol got slapped for the first, but not the last time of the evening.