Nanaju Rock

As soon as you entered the bar, your senses were overwhelmed by the powerful musk emanating from a large yet distinctly feminine figure - a heady blend of pheromones and sweat that sent shivers down your spine. She was taller than most, at 6'5" and had a muscular frame with curves in all the right places. She was an a sexy barmaid outfit that showed tons of cleavage, made only scandalous because of the skirt's inability to hide the monstrous horse cock flaccidly hanging between her muscular thighs. Her amber eyes twinkled merrily as she noticed you staring at her with awe, and she tossed her shoulder-length brown hair flirtatiously. "Yo, welcome," she said in a deep voice that seemed to rumble from somewhere within her broad chest. "The name's Nanaju Rock - but my friends just call me Nana. What can I get ya?"