Get out of the tent

After Joy left you quickly spend all your points on your god stat, attractiveness. A new message pops:

For reaching attractiveness level 20 you gain the trait Muse.

Muse: Nearby allies in love with you receive a bonus to damage equal to your attractiveness score

Not that useful for a lone wolf like you, but every little benefit stacks. You go back to your side quests

Special Quests

Find weapon instructor Galaryn, the exiled +200xp
Convince Galaryn to teach you +300xp
Steal proof of constable Maurice's betrayal +500xp
Recover the Wind Symphony + 1.000 xp
Remain undercover +200 xp per day
Rescue Princess Krystwaine Moonsilver +5,000xp
**** the Dire Wolf Wulfghar +3,000xp
Weaken Orkcharm defenses before it falls +100xp per 1%

You have no idea who Galaryn is. Or this princess. No idea about the Wind Symphony, whatever that was, either. You did hear about the Dire Wolf, and apparently it is a man eating beast. The shoe maker elf did appear to have some fighting skill though, maybe you could learn a thing or two from her, but the best way to gain xp appeared to be with weakening the defenses of the city.

You take a heavy fur cloak and dress it. As you step outside though you hear "Grv vu gyng?" shit. The orc guards. "Yurd?" you guess one of the names, and he grunts. You smile. "Tiemin" another grunt, but this you sense that he is happier. "I am sorry. I was so bored and wanted to get some air." his laconic expression tells you he doesnt understand a word you say. You try the crude goblin language, and that makes him smirk in humor.

"yeah, I speak rat. back inside" is his cut and dry remark, but you say "Isnt everyone watching Gabriella dance tonight? lets do it too. I will be safe if you are with me." he seems uncertain. "Please? I wont tell Horghar if you dont."

Congratulations! You gained level 7 in Persuasion

You persuade him, and together you head to the big house you assumed was an Inn of some sort. The place was indeed crowded, with several Orcs, goblins, humans, dwarfs, all sorts gathered in small tables, drinking, tossing dice, carousing. Most of them were men, but you could see a few women with them, speaking just as loudly, drinking just as hard. There is no raised stage, but you assume the long central table or the bar could serve for a performance.

He elbows his way towards a large table towards the end of the room. Horghar's reserved spot, most likely. It was close to the staff, but most important it had its back to the wall, a view at the entrance, a good spot to be if **** broke out. _Not entirely dumb. _You mutter to yourself. Tiemin takes a seat on the right side, as if out of habit, you sit next to him.

"You must be his strongest warrior" the compliment does bring out a more friendly side of him as beer starts flowing. You quickly learn how he and Yurd have always been Horghar's best friends, how they have each other's back, and that let them beat even stronger Orcs. "Horghar smartest, so he leads." how he admits it is a tad amusing, but he seems the very straightforward kind.

Some musicians start playing. The crowd doesnt diminish any, but there are many heads to turn their attention to a young woman stepping up on the long central table. She is tall... but she is nothing special. you think, as you measure with your eyes her long bare legs, the slim torso, the wide hips and ample bust. She has a wild chestnut hair, and is dressed in loose veils, like a belly dancer. A goblin howls at her, followed by a cheer of applause. Men, it really doesnt take much to please them.

Tiemin is inclined back, watching the show. The music is hard and fast, as she follows the tempo her tits giggle. A tad too slow, a tad too fast, her fan service made her lose the timing every few beats, but no one seemed to care. "What?" the orc asks, and you make a snark remark. "heh. You are only bitter because you have flat chest." Son of a bitch!

You look down. Your perky breasts aren't exactly hidden by the cheer black fabric, their contour is discreet and alluring. "I like them" although your first impulse was really exaggerating your bust size. He just snorts, not caring about your opinion.

One dance becomes a second, and a third. Then another dancer steps up, an odalisque catwoman that graces the room with an alluring, sensuous dance. You notice there are many who resume their games. You ask Tiemin "do you throw dice?"

"I dont. Yurd does. Almost lost an eye in a match. Stupid way to have fun." how morose. "So how do you have fun?" he glances hard at you, and you just then note how your natural tone of voice and choice of words could be interpreted as double entendre. Fuck!

Congratulations! You gained level 1 through 2 in Seduction. You are unskilled in seduction

He reaches up and you feel his large hand dig on your hair. His fingers were calloused, rough. Far too strong for your frail constitution, he could break you with ease. He pulls you closer. He also has a strong smell of his own, it reminds you of saffron and mustard. Your hands touch his chest, your fingers finding the crisscrossed patchwork of scars. He has a wide jaw, and his teeth were thick, more like tusks. His skin had a greenish hue. This is a predator. you think. He tastes like ale, pork and blood. Rich flavors, almost overbearing.

Something cold and hard touches your sex. _His hand. _He hubs your damp underwear against your sensitive slit, something harsh and unpleasant. He teases you, forcing the fabric between your pussy lips. To escape his hand you press your slender body against him. A little pull is all it takes for you to be on his lap.

Congratulations! You gained level 7 in Foreplay.
Congratulations! You gained level 6 in Kissing.