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You decide to spend your attribute points to logic, it was a fairly neglected stat that you assume could be important for a Spy, and then look at your bars:

Current Health: 115/135
Current Stamina: 30/260
Current Concentration: 119/130

You are very tired, but your concentration went all the way up. Going back to the hut could be a good strategy, but you decide otherwise. When would you next be able to roam freely? You tip toe your way downstairs.

Your eyes are immediately drawn to a gorgeous elf woman dancing on a nearby table. Golden Haired, slim waist, sinuous body, long legs... her dance was fluid, but it lingered just long enough for her audience to savor every curve of her being. Grace. The word comes to your mind as you admire her skill and form.

Congratulations! You gained level 11 through 13 in Dance.
Would you like to learn the Blade dancing style? Y/N

The style that Krystal mentioned... which stands to reason, as you finally recognize the face of the woman. The sober artisan attire changed to long skirts that hid nothing of her legs and a bra-like shirt that pushed up her breasts. Her attire has little bells that tingled and draw attention. You narrow your eyes. Beautiful, but also deadly. You wonder, how would someone like her fair against one of the Orcs?

Ability: Blade Dance - Sword skill is always equal to dance skill. Cast a spell after you dodge an attack with the dance skill.

Well, stands to reason I need more spells. You take the dance style while Krystal jumps from one table to the other, and finally chooses a lucky bastard. She begins dancing for him, and only him.The Orc has a bare chest carrying a crude tribal tattoo, and a messy top hair with a fade on the sides. The kind that looks like a brutal warrior. A couple of girls step up and start dancing for the room.

The large man tries to grab Krystal, but she bends back and moves under his arms. As he turns to get her she gyrates with his body, staying at his back. He isn't fast enough to get her, so he resigns sitting again.

You move around the room to get a better view again. It doesn't seem much different from an open orgy at this point, at least a quarter of the patrons were involved in some kind of sexual activity. When you see Krystal again she is sitting on his lap, facing him. "Go on... show me what you do with a tight elvish pussy..." her words were low, hussy. Meant for his ears only, but your keen hearing got them.

He answers with ****, throwing her on her back, at the table. You see terror in her face, but... it is strange. Something tells you it is not quite like that. He takes out his engorged cock. Long and curved, it makes you think of a scimitar. Would he also be someone exotic? You notice he has no pubic hair to speak off. Is he shaved? Krystal lets a moan escape as that intriguing cock dispersal between her folds. He holds her hands and hold them over her head as he begins to pounce like a battering ram.

She puts a show of struggle and defiance, and her small cries seem to create even more enthusiasm on the Orc. Amazing...She is like this, but she seems so...

Your reverie is broken as a hand suddenly hold your arm. "Ay!" you complain, whoever it is pulls you down as he yanks you towards him. You don't have the chance to see his face, but he also has a bare chest, and tribal tattoos. Wide shoulders, chiseled muscles. And that strong, entrancing smell. "Nice....really nice" it says in orcish.

"Oh by the moon and the stars, Yes" Krystal answers, although you missed the question. Your nimble fingers find the long shaft under your body, his cock. It did feel enormous, but you couldn't be sure. "I am going to fuck your elf cunt good" he promises in his crude language. Your fingers find your own sex. So god damn wet.