Open up a can of whoop-ass

Evellyn flashes a polite smile with a nod of her head, before acting on the red mist that’s begun to fill her vision. She might not be able to make you pay, but there’s something very cathartic about the prospect of making the half-orc woman swallow her mocking words.

Without warning Evellyn lunges, yanks at Narza’s hair, and slams her face down hard against the countertop. She’s a huge, musclebound beast of a woman, exhibiting the powerful build so typical of half-orcs, but the sudden **** leaves her completely dazed and confused, struggling to regain sense of her surroundings, never mind being able to recite demeaning nicknames. Evellyn allows her no time at all to recover and slams her down onto the counter a second and a third time, before tugging at the hem of her shirt and relieving Narza of the garment in one smooth pull. Still dizzy, the half-orc reflexively throws her arms across the great heaping green bosom that had been hiding beneath the stretched fabric, barely able to contain them even in her big hands. Evellyn still does not let up on her ****, eager to make the half-orc pay dearly for the ridicule by inflicting some ridicule of her own. She grabs at her limbs, wrenching an arm free from her tits and using it to forcefully pull her across the counter. Narza goes tumbling across the floor as she’s flung across the countertop, where it takes Evellyn little to no effort to subdue the bewildered orcish woman, push her arms behind her back, and procure some rope to tie them with.

After securing the ropes and tearing a strip of cloth from Narza’s shirt to make a makeshift gag Evellyn falls back, breathing heavily after the sudden surge of adrenaline. ”How do you like me now, hm?! Any more funny nicknames?” Evellyn crouches on a knee behind the struggling half-orc. ”Let’s see if your ass is as fat as your tits,” Evellyn says, grinning wickedly, before pulling Narza’s breeches all the way down to her ankles with a quick jerk. Narza’s thong-clad butt rears up from the floor like a green mound on a flat plain. ”Well, well, a half-orc with a whole arse,” Evellyn quips. Narza should’ve thought twice before mocking Evellyn to her face, and now she was paying for it.