She doesn't wait long enough to find out

Before Hunk can answer, Clara freezes in place, her face blushing red (well violet, since she has green skin). "WHAT. IS. THAT?"

She's pointing at something, but Hunk can't tell what from his angle. The constable skitters around to Hunk's side and gets on her knees, unintentionally snagging her bra strap on a loose nail sticking out of the stocks.

"BY THE GODS! THE SIZE OF IT!" Clara squeals as she starts to manhandle Hunk's manhood.

He groans in response as his cheeks (both sets) burn in humiliation. "D-don't touch that!" He whimpers as Clara continues to stroke it, completely enraptured by his cock.

Hilda's face burns with jealousy as she futilely squirms in her own wooden prison, 'hmph'ing in impotent frustration as she continues to watch her man get debased. She bites her lips and squeezes her thighs, but neither one can distract her from how horny this is making her.

"Y-you... PERVERT!" Clara yells as she stands back up, her bra abandoning her and letting her magnificent mammaries spring free, their hard, dark green nipples and enormous areola exposed for all to see. "You like this kind of stuff?!"

Hunk squirms and shakes as his cock continues to bounce, a visible amount of pre-cum glistening from its tip. He looks Hilda square in the face and is momentarily distracted by how beautiful she appears with her eyes half-closed, her mouth gaping open, and her cheeks (among other things) flushed red with arousal.

"N-no!" Hunk finally manages to answer, although the long pause makes it seem disingenuous. "Let me go!"

"He's such a baaaaaaaad boy!" Moans a woman from the crowd, her own hand snaking underneath her dress.

"Someone... needs to punish him!" Shouts another breathy voice.

"I... I can see I've been going about this all wrong," Clara says, as she undoes her belt. Her baggy pants instantly start to sag and slide down her meaty hips and thighs. "If you derive pleasure from pain..." she muses as she ties her belt around his ankles to keep him from kicking.

"...then I shall drown you in pleasure!" Clara declares as her pants slide down to her ankles, exposing her hot-pink granny panties with a cartoon kitten drawn on the crotch.

The crowd cheers, the women because of Hunk, the men because of Hilda and Clara's (what they assume is deliberate) striptease.

Hunk's eyes widen as Clara presses her increasingly exposed body against his back, her diamond hard nipples scratching against him oh-so-sweetly.

"I hope you're prepared," Clara huskily whispers as she bites his ear and growls. "We orcs can be pretty wild!"