Uh oh, overpowered

There is a split second of silence, as Evellyn registers the threat. Suddenly the half-orc jumps into motion, lunging forward across the counter with a wild swing of her muscled arm. Evellyn instinctively brings up her forearm in defense, but the momentum of the blow - and the unfamiliar sensation to not be wearing an armored vambrace like she usually does - knock her off balance. She staggers to the side, while Narza leaps across the counter, barreling into her with her shoulders and knocking her over, sending Evellyn sprawling to the ground.

Evellyn has no time to recover before Narza sets upon her, leaping down on top of her on hands and knees. A contest of strength ensues and Evellyn tries to **** the half-orc off of her, while Narza begins to wrestle her opponent into submission using her brawn and advantageous position. There is grunting and panting, pushing and shoving, struggling hands moving and attempting to grapple, and a great deal of fingers brushing past intimate parts and breasts rubbing up against each other. With the half-orc putting her full weight on top of her and phenomenal size and core strength Evellyn’s resistance is ultimately futile. Sweaty and panting, Narza forces her onto her stomach, forces her arms behind her back, and manages to get some rope around them.

Narza breathes heavily, as Evellyn feebly wriggles against the ropes: ”Now that’s the kind of noble I like, trussed up like a good little hog. Let’s see what kind of fat’s on this piggy.” With considerable disregard the half-orc starts tearing at Evellyn’s clothes, literally tearing to shreds that which she can’t remove normally due to the restraints placed on Evellyn’s arms. Evellyn shouts and protests, but her opinions on the matter are ignored and within moments she’s laying naked in Narza’s lap. Narza grabs a handful of Evellyn’s buttocks and pinches the soft, pink skin, ”Looks like we got some good meat!” she chuckles.