Orc Girlfriend Glasha (special preview)

“Excuse me,” she says again as she walks up behind you. “I couldn’t help but notice you look like you need a drink.”

You turn to meet her eyes and see she’s smiling at you. You’re not sure how to respond to this. You’ve not accepted many offers since you got to Obresh, never one from an Orc anyways. You look over Glasha, noticing her strong legs and her abs. She for sure had a nice physique, one you wouldn’t mind oggling longer. But still, she was an Orc, and you weren’t quite used to them.

Glasha rubs the back of her neck. “Oh, sorry,” she then says to your surprise. “Did I guess it wrong?”

“Huh?” You gasp.

Glasha turns her head. “I thought that I had gotten some vibes from you. But I must have misread the situation.”

“What vibes?” You ask nervously.

She shrugs. “You know?” She then grunts. “Like, interested vibes?”

You weren’t sure what you were giving off. More nerves than anything. Even if Glasha had a body that could give diamonds a run for their worth, you weren’t sure now.

“Sorry,” Glasha says again. “I’m not good at these sort of things.”

“It’s ok,” you assure her. “To be honest, I’m not my best around Orcs. I still get sort of nervous around them.”

The tips of Glasha’s ears twitch. “Oh gosh, then I’m really sorry.”

You shake your head. “I need to get over it. My parents were pretty racist. I’ve been trying to not be like them.” You then smile a bit as you gather up your nerve. “I mean, I don’t have any plans. I could have a drink with you.”

Glasha grins and you see her bottom row of teeth between her tusks is capped with gold. “Ok, that’s great!”

You go with Glasha to the pub where you have to hold the stein with two hands.

“That’s so cute,” Glasha grins as she watches you.

You lick the foam from your top lip. “No it’s not, it’s embarrassing! I have to hold things like a child in this town!”

Glasha takes your hand, rubbing her fingers to your palm. “Such sweet, little things,” she purrs. “I’ve always wanted to be this delicate.”

“It isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,” you scoff. 

Glasha scoffs. “Being so soft and pretty,” she grumbles and chugs her beer again. “You’re just so cute and I bet you take that for granted.”

You frown. “I bet you take your strength and abs for granted!” You huff. You’re barely into one beer and already feeling tipsy. “Good abs, too.”

Glasha smirks. “What about my abs?”

You look at her and pout. “They’re nice is all! You could cut cookies with them,” you burp.

Glasha chuckles, pushing a bowl of chips towards you. “Eat something.”

You sniff and take one, chewing on it slowly. “Are all Orcs like you?” You then ask her. “All flirty and shit?”

Glasha laughs. “All Orcs are different. Just as I’m sure not all elves are xenophobic assholes.”

You flinch. “How did you-”