A version of the truth...

Frowning a bit you grab a small cup off the floor and pour some mead into it as you tell her, "My name is John and it's a long story but I had everything taken from me... just like you.... now I'm here to try and take it back."

"Mysterious..." She teases before adding, "But perhaps its better that way..." Biting her lip she pats the bed beside her and says, "The floor looks cold and uncomfortable... why don't you come join me."

You slowly fulfill her wish, sitting beside her on the bed as she lays on her side, wincing a bit as she adjusts herself. Handing her the cup you say, "Here have some mead... it tastes awful but it seems strong enough to help you forget about that cut..."

She smiles as she takes the cup and sips from it, her eyes on yours as she catches you looking at her legs and hips again. She laughs says bluntly, "You know I am not used to a man looking at me like that..."

"Like what...?" You tease.

"Don't be coy... like you want to change the fact I am a maiden..." She says with a grin. "Most men find me repulsive as a half Orc..."

You chuckle nervously and reply, "Well I think you are beautiful in your own way...."

Passing you the cup she says in a serious tone, "Don't be so nervous... where I am from women are much more up front about what they want.... with the harsh weather and the dangers we face we just have to live our lives like everyday is our last."

You take the cup and respond, "Oh? Then tell me what is it that you want...?"

Smiling she continues again very bluntly, "I don't know how much longer I am going to survive here... and you seem like a decent person. Perhaps we should take advantage of our privacy..." Scooting closer, her yellow eyes lock onto yours as you feel her breath on your lips. "I don't want to die without knowing what its like to be loved..." You feel your cock rising a bit as hand runs up your thigh, her Orcish claw like nails teasing your skin.