You buy some booze while there. The real stuff, Uglavarian Vrosh! You end up hammered. You puke wretchedly in an alley and continue you drunken wanderings. You encounter a hooker named Hallga. You go back to her place for some sex. She is a scrawney thing with a few missing teeth, a hottie by Uglavarian standards. You pay up and she pulls her shirt off. Small soft breasts with pale bumps for nipples. You kiss her breasts and trail down to her peasant skirt. You pull it down and you notice a unsightly bulge in the crotch of her pants. At first you think its a cock, and as drunk and horny as you are a she-male would be o k for the night. You pull her pants down and what you see belongs in a H P Lovecraft story! A nasty swollen area of writhing tentacles and holes that open and close with soft sucking sounds. You bolt and run out of there leaving the cash of the table. In the chillness of the night air you pause on the street corner. A wolf howl sounds in the night.