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As you come closer the orc straightens up, taking her hands off the counter. Her arms no longer covering her chest you are able to take in the sight of her bare naked upper body. Everything that was promised from the shape of her light leather armour is present, and more. The cut of her muscles looks right out of a lazy sculptor’s wet dream, each one clearly defined, rolling smoothly under the skin. Her breasts are full, a lot like human breasts, teardrop shaped with knobbly little nipples on an island of slightly darker green. When you arrive at the counter the woman – that is what she is as far you care, orc or not – brings her hands up and cups her tits from underneath, lifting them, and then lets them drop to ripple and bounce against each other. The sight is mesmerising.

“Come inside, I’ll let you touch...” she purrs, and swings open a door built into the far left of the table so you get past the counter. As you walk through you wonder yet again how this is happening. She’s a damn orc. And she’s seducing you with the ease of an elf or a dryad. It’s too late to turn back though, her luscious bosoms are inches away, and you have to feel them at least once. Before you even know it she grabs your wrists and guides your hands on their way. Her flesh is warm, hot even, but pleasantly so. You wonder if her body is hot enough to serve as a blanket during the longer winters. You give her tits a good squeeze and rub her nipples. Her eyes roll up and she drops her head back, baring her neck. She must be exceptionally sensitive. Up close, your wondering eye spots some odd marks on her skin. Near the collar bone are two little nubs of scar tissue side by side. They look like former puncture wounds. You wonder what they taste like. You have to know what they taste like. You want to taste her flesh anyway. She pulls her head back up and spots your interest. She reaches up and pulls your head down toward her chest. In the background, the noises of the street fade somewhat.

Even as your lips close on her skin you have lingering doubts as to the wisdom of this encounter. She could be after feeding on you; she could be after selling you off as a **** or whatever. She might have evil plans for you at the end of this. Test will to live one last time. If you roll above 4, turn to 8. If you fail, turn to 324.