Get Jilli sweaty

The orc girl is breathing hard as she makes her second lap around the docks. Fishermen and longshoremen of all races, colours and genders stop to watch, hooting their appreciation, as she trots down the muddy streets and sprints up and down the wharves. Whenever she slows down, or tries to cover her bouncing breasts, a magical hand appears from nowhere to deliver a firm slap to her pumping buttocks.

You and Daisy follow her, riding comfortably on a floating disc you conjured up, shouting encouragement. For some reason, her only response is a series of howled curses in six languages. You're not sure why. You're just trying to help her get in shape.

Finally you let Jilli come to a stop, panting, in a cleared area next to a massive warehouse. Three cargo ships are being unloaded at the same time, and the place is alive with workers and merchants. Carrying crates, shouting to each other, trading for exotic goods. With a little magical assistance, your voice cuts through the crowd.

"Hey, who wants to see a naked orc do jumping jacks?"

You're totally ignored.

"Did I mention she's a girl?"

Jilli's shriek of outrage is drowned out by the cheer that goes up from a hundred throats.