Go up to the woman and confirm if she is a witch or not

With a deep breath, and your mates at your side, you carefully walk up to the woman chopping wood. Your heart beats so fast it feels like it could explode. It nearly does when the woman looks up at you, the unmistakable look of anger fills her eyes the moment she sees you.

"Get out!" she screams.

The three of you stop dead in your tracks, and you sum up the courage to say, "P-please, we just want to talk."

"There's nothing to talk about, orc."

"Please, I... I need your help."

She looks at you for a moment, before bursting into laughter. "And why should I help you? What do you offer?"

"Are you willing to help me?"

She chuckles as she puts down her chopping ax, and seductively walks up to you. You feel like running, but your body refuses to move. "That depends, orc, what are willing to offer?" she asks as she licks her lips, with a black forked tongue. She's definitely a witch. "One of your women, perhaps?"

Your mates tightly clench your arms, and you feel them tremble with fear. "Never! They're mine, and I won't give them up!" you shout, making her laugh.

She's now mere inches from you, and your body is even more paralyzed than before. The witch looks over all three of your very carefully. "Are they truly yours, orc? Or did you take them by ****?"

"I..." you start, but then no other words come.

"Be silent, orc. I have no need for your lies. I shall find the truth myself." she says as she walks up to Isabelle, hovering her hand over her forehead. "This one you ****." She then walks over to Miranda and does the same. "This one you tricked." She then comes face to face with you. "These women are not yours, orc. They did not willingly choose to bed you. They merely cling to you because of your filthy seed. They do not love you. They do not cherish your company. All they care about is the filth in your loins. You made them this way. You corrupted them."

"P-please... I... love them."

She gives you a wicked grin, and hovers her hand over your face. "Indeed, I believe you do. But, if I were to cure your seeds corruption from their bodies, would they say the same about you?" She runs her finger along your chest, and whispers, "Would they still come to you for comfort and pleasure? Would they accept the orc children inside their bodies as their own? Or, would they hate your very existence? Despise the child growing in them? And fall into despair?"

You can't find the words to respond, and the witch takes pleasure from your torment, licking your cheek. "Your fear is delicious, orc. Here is my bargain, I shall remove your seeds corruption from their bodies. If they choose to remain at your side, I shall help you. However, if they do not, then you all belong to me. Take it, or leave it."