Enter the man’s shower room

(WARNING: The following chapters get real dark, real fast. If dying is too real for you, skip this and try another door.)

With no real plan or expectations, your legs carry you forward into the room. The man immediately notices you as you enter. As he turns, you see his face clearly now. Two tusks poke out from his mouth as you confirm he has green skin.

An orc! I thought they were banned from cities for their **** and cruelty!?

He ceases you by the throat with one hand as he effortlessly lifts your plump body into the air. He speaks in a voice similar to a growl. “You’ve seen too much. They can’t know.”

Through his **** grasp you speak. “I-I w--’t tell -ny-ne yo-r an orc. I sw—r.”

“I don’t take chances dwarf. Your **** is assured, but first I might as well make use of you.” He notes your confused look as he continues. “Us orcs can only go so long without intercourse before we lose it. You’re going to be my refresher.”

“N-no!” you manage to **** out clearly.

He adjusts his grip around your neck as he brings you closer. “Why do you care? Your dead anyways.”

He drops you to the ground, standing over you.