Sneak down the hill to the tents

Descending the hill, you quietly make your way towards the tents. Each step downhill puts pressure on your injured ankle and you find it difficult to suppress groans of pain. Carrying Petra does not do much to help this matter. Eventually you reach the edge of the tents as you listen out for orcs.

You hear a mixture of snoring, low talking, and the lewd sounds of flesh on flesh. Peaking into a nearby tent you can see quite the sight. A young human woman currently bucks her hips atop an orc. She rhythmically and with a quick pace rides this orc like her life depends on it. Her posture facing your direction gives you a good look at her body.

The young woman has silky ebony hair that cascades down her back, contrasting beautifully against her porcelain skin. Her almond-shaped eyes sparkle with desire, reflecting the flickering light of a nearby candle. Her hands greedily explore the muscle bound chest of the orc as you watch her petite frame bounce up and down, almost entranced.