Invitation to a party...

You are surprised the next day, when a richly dressed footman comes to the merchants guild compound. Strolling up to you the haughty human servant delivers a sealed envelope, and then without a single word spins on his heel and leaves. You look at the envelope in confusion, thinking that perhaps it was meant for Jodaz. Yet on the outside of the envelope written in fancy script are the words... 'To the Orc kin in the fur cloak.' Well since you are one of only two half Orcs in the caravan, and Gouhuk wore a heavy patch work wool cloak it had to be for you. Ripping the fancy wax seal in half, you are glad to see the writing inside is not the florid script on the outside. Most shockingly of all, its a invitation from some local nobleman to a dinner party.

No doubt they are inviting you as some kind of cruel prank, so they can spend the evening making fun of you in some manner. Of course you don't doubt the food and drink will be very fine... that might be worth putting up with snide jokes and sly insults. Perhaps you should talk this over with someone, strolling around to Jodaz's wagon you are not surprised to find the Merchant doing some entertaining. Traeliorn the Elf and Jerome one of your farm boy recruits are rolling around on the floor naked, judging by Jerome's limp dripping male organ Jodaz had finished having his fun. “May I speak with you for a moment?”

“Certainly... certainly...” Jodaz answered beckoning you into the front half of the box wagon, following him you are **** to step over Jerome and Traeliorn. Just as the slender Elk pins the drunken your farmer down, flashing you a grin as you pass by him. Once into the more private front section, you watch the fat middle aged Merchant flop down on his bed. “Alright my boy... what is it I can do for you?” He asked flashing you a leering smile, its plain that he is thinking that you have come for his oral attention.

“I've just received this...” You hand him the invitation, watching his flabby, florid face react with surprise and then amusement. As he reads over that fancy script, slowly beginning to chuckle and chortle lewdly. “What do you think?”

“Oh you should go...” He assured around nasty chuckles, looking over at you as he reads the questioning look on your face. “These nobles... they get bored with their meaningless lives of excess.” He explained with a lewd smirk, laying the invitation on the small counter beside him. “So they invent these little sexual games, fantasies that they enjoy playing out in private parties. I don't know if your aware of this... but Orc sex fantasies are all the rage among the nobles. The very best even go so far as to seek out half Orc's, hoping that those Orcs are willing to play for pay. My guess is they want to meet you, to see if you are to their liking. If so... then they will offer you money, to play the part of a Orc tribesmen. You'll play the part, fuck them or make them suck you cock. We both know you like sex... and just think of all the nobles who have called you that half savage green bastard your whole life. Would be paying for you to treat them like your slut, as I understand it cuckolding is all the rage at the moment. Would you like to have your way with some noble woman, while her husband looks on and pleasures himself.” You blush darkly, even as you feel your thick male organ throb lustfully within your wool trousers. This was not the kind of adventure you had expected to find being a caravan guard, but you can not deny that the idea does appeal to you on a base level.