Another night in Falkreath, this place really does never get old. Especially for this Khajiit- how could one get bored when her ass is *this* fat? Ravi leans on a wooden pillar outside the brothel she likes to hang around at. A green scaled Argonian approachs her from behind and taps on her plated pauldron. "Hmm? This one needs something?" she says, turning around to the rather short lizard. "These wares are not for sale, Betmeri. Khajiit does not care for disgusting beastmen." The Argonian's...