"C'mon, Ling! It'll be fine!" Mingfa Tigerblossom shook Lingfa gently while having her hands on her shoulders from behind. They were identical pandaren twins with matching hairstyles. A simple braided long pony tail with short bangs. A red streak ran through Ming's and a blue one ran through Ling's. Their eyes were different colored from one another as well, Ming's being blue and Ling's red. Their body shape and size were exactly the same, except for the fact Ling had slightly bigger breasts, making hers a half cup larger from Ming's C-cup breasts. Their fur was red, having light brown stripes on their tails and body. They wore matching robes of different colors, matching the color of their corresponding hair streak. They were of pandaren design and very modest. The twins stood at the end of Murder Row within the golden city of Silvermoon. In front of them was the entrance to the Inn.
"I-I don't know about this, Ming..." Ling was embarrassed, her cheeks a bright red.
Ming circled around to her front, crossing her arms. "It'll be fine, sis! It's just Tyroleon. He does this kind of stuff all the time!" She had her usual fiery look in her eyes.
Ling lowered her head. "B-but it's not that I'm worried about. It's because I never done something like this before..."
Ming placed her hand on her sister's left shoulder. "You like him, don't you?"
Ling pushed her index fingers together. "Y-yeah..."
Ming put her other hand on her sister's right shoulder. "And do you think he's hot?"
Sinking her head lower, Ling tensed up and diverted her eyes from Ming's. "Yeah..."
"Then let's get in there and pop a cherry!" Ming grinned.
Ling gasped, her cheeks a bright rosy red. "Ming! Not so loud! Someone might hear you!"
Ming shrugged. "Meh, it's not like things are modest here anyway."
Ling became flustered. "Still..."
Ming put her hands on her hips. "So, are we doing this or what?"
Ling took a deep breath and composed herself. "Y-yeah, let's go..." Ming grabbed Ling's wrist and led her into the Inn. They turned right then left, entering the lobby. Many blood elves and a couple of undead were seated around the two tables, filling the room with conversation. A few of them peered at the twins. One of them was an undead, having a look of disdain. Ming noticed it. She let go of her sister's wrist and approached him.
"Got a problem, bonehead?" She looked him dead in his faint yellow eyes.
His eyes widened, shocked by her sudden threat. "Uh... no, just not use to seeing... Ahem... 'Your kind' here." He turned back to the table. Ling was still where she had been left, her hand rubbing the back of her neck.
Ming crossed her arms. "Next time try not to look at someone that way. It could cause a lot of trouble for you."
He nodded. "Erm, yeah... Will do." She turned back around, whipping her hair as she did so. Walking back to her sister, Ming grabbed Ling's wrist again and led her to the counter. A female blood elf stood on the other side.
She smiled. "Welcome to the Silvermoon Inn. What can I do for you?"
Ming spoke. "Can you tell us what room Tyroleon Steelsworn is in?" Ling blushed upon hearing his name.
The female elf smiled. "You must be the two guests he mentioned!" She hands Ming a silver key. "You'll find him in room four."
"Thank you." Ming bowed her head and then led Ling to the right and turned left up the stairs. Getting to the second floor, Ming counted the numbers above the doors as she walked past them. She stopped in front of the fourth one. "Here it is! Room four." Ming turned to Ling. "Are you ready for this?"
Ling frowned. "Well, uh..."
"Of course you are!" Ming unlocked the door and walked inside. The door slammed shut behind them. The room was large. There was a giant round bed in the middle with towel hanging on the bedpost. A fancy dresser was against the wall to the right. To the left was a desk with an ink jar and a feather. Behind the bed was an open space. Tyroleon was there with nothing on but shorts. He was a tall and toned blood elf. His face was slender but rough. His scarlet hair was long and tied into a tail by a black string. His bangs stopped just before his eyes and some lose hair ended on his shoulders. A scar ran through his chest, starting from his right shoulder and ending on his left hip. His skin was tan, looking soft, but his hands were darker and callused. He held a green hilted katana in his hands, swinging it around in practice. His strikes were strong and his movements were fast. He'd yell out with every swing. Ming led Ling around the left side of the bed. Ling watched in awe at the blood elf before her. He was sweating from his practice, droplets falling from the tip of his nose landed on the carpet below. He stopped his movement when he realized the girls had arrived and grabbed the towel hanging on the bed. Wiping the sweat off his face and shoulders with the towel he turned to the two pandaren, breathing deeply from exhaustion. He threw the towel over his shoulder. The sight made Lingfa aroused. She could feel herself getting tingly in her sensitive areas.
"Hey there, Ty! I brought her." Ming patted Ling's back roughly, causing Ling to jerk forward.
Tyroleon's eyes studied Ling, then he smiled. "Greetings, Lingfa." He kneeled before them. "I am Tyroleon Aranis Steelsworn." He looked up at Lingfa. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Ling felt like she was about to melt.
Ming put a hand on her hip. "That was a little fancy, wasn't it?" She had a look of disapproval.
Tyroleon got to his feet. "Maybe, but she doesn't seem disappointed." Mingfa turned to her sister. Ling's cheeks were a bright red and she was biting her bottom lip.
Mingfa giggled. "Just seeing him like this got you riled up?"
Lingfa put her hands behind her back and looked away toward the dresser. "Mhm..."
Mingfa turned back to Tyroleon. "Might not need any foreplay with her!" She giggled. Lingfa covered her face with her hands, dying of embarrassment.
