The rogue sat down in the reasonably lit bar. Rubbing her hand down her back, she arched herself against the back of the wooden chair. Soft skin peeling away from the closely bound armour, as it breathed the dense air of the rogue order hall. The musings of her surrounding environment; the chatter, the cups being lifted, the melody of the songs, all seemed to ebb away into nothing. – Sireah’s Warcraft Erotic Story: The Tauren and the Rogue Part 1.