Hold firm; defenseless or not, she's still an orc.

Chapter 4: Defense

You refuse to lower your sword, and the orc notices. Her playful. tentative smirk turns gradually into a bitter, taciturn scowl. A powerful hand rests on her hip, her bare breasts still tantalizingly at attention.

You both freeze, locking eyes. You notice her scars again: clearly earned in battle. The strong line from collar to nipple is greyed and silvery. She is clearly long experienced in battle, or a veteran to a truly great tale. Not only that, but she is mere inches away from your armor, and mere paces away from the hilt of her own weapons.

Perhaps you should reconsider this thought process.