The Orcish sector, they aren't invulnerable to other magics

Viviana began to draw a transportation sigil on the floor. She was tired of just the townsfolk seeing her. The nearby city though… they didn’t know her there and the orcish neighborhood was particularly known for how dangerous it was for single women. She couldn’t think of anywhere better to tease. With a final flourish, the transportation spell flashed and she was standing beneath a statue of the orcish god in a dimly lit part of the city.

She heard a grunt nearby and felt hands grab at her. Her wards tossed the man off, and she grinned. She walked out from the shadow of the statue into a bustling market. As she walked down the stalls, she felt hands grab at her arms, her tits, and between her legs, but none of them could successfully touch her. She occasionally glanced over her shoulder, gratified in seeing so many hard cocks and angry expressions. She’d go home at the end of the night and leave them with only the memory of a beautiful woman they couldn’t have. She pretended to shop, making sure to bend to look more closely at the merchandise so as to show off her pussy to anyone behind her. She was dripping at the attempts to grab her.

Viviana found her way to a potions booth with an elderly woman knitting. Various magical artifacts and items were scattered around. Another man grabbed at her pussy and said something to the woman in their grunting tongue. They conversed as Viviana wiggled her ass while she looked at the goods for sale, trying to draw more and more attention. Finally the woman sighed and said something in what sounded like the magic tongue. At that Viviana shot up to look at the woman. She was drawing some kind of sigil in the air. She completed it almost annoyedly and gave it a flick to send its magic on its way. Viviana didn’t have time to dodge and the magic hit her square in the chest. She felt cold wash over her.

Absolute horror gripped Viviana’s heart as she felt hands on her arm. The orc grabbing her laughed and spoke in broken common, “You Sedek’s now.”