The tavern was bustling, drink flowing, the soft strums of a lute flowed over the chatter. But it was inconsequential to the orc.
She was used to going ignored in a place like this. Even other orcs were often intimidated by her.
If she were a betting woman, she'd guess that once her party members had their fill, she'd head off to a room and leave the night to those more suited to it's bounty.
And yet, when an elven looking woman came up to her, she was stunned near speechless.
" I bet you could crush my head between your thighs. " She purred out, her small frame all but pushing the orc warrior from her stool.
And step by step, the pair found themselves pressed against the wall.
" Care to try?"