Yes, but the cure might be worse than the disease

Morgala sighs and resigns herself to a long, boring story.

She continues to brush Thurkla's hair with her hand as the orc continues to tell her tale of woe.

"Uh-huh... yeah... gosh..." Morgala mindlessly mumbles as Thurkla prattles on. "Mmmhmm..."

The elf woman looks at the window and sighs once more.

"That's it!" Thurkla excitedly says as she sits up.

"Hmm... wait, what?" Morgala blushes, embarrassed at her own rudeness.

"If... if we leave now..." The naked orc says as she paces back and forth, looking utterly adorable as her hand rubs her chin in contemplation. "It might just work..."

Morgala is about to say something, but she gets distracted by the sight of Thurkla shamelessly (if unintentionally) parading her beautiful nude body in front of her. Seeing that strong, powerfully built woman swaying her hips, shaking her muscular bum, and flashing that... that delicious pussy right in front of her face...

The milfy elf's cheeks even hotter and redder as she catches herself thinking such perverted, naughty thoughts.

I... I'm not into girls... The flustered, bashful woman tells herself. Last night... that was just a one time thing...

Morgala repeats that to herself over and over, as if she can will away her emotions, along with just how good being with Thurkla made her feel last night...

"Do you think that will work?" Thukla asks.

Morgala blinks as her face turns as red as a tomato.

"Absolutely!" The embarrassed, confused milf blurts out.

Oh gods! What am I doing?! Get it together! You're better than this!

"Great!" Thurkla says as she squats down to grab Morgala's hands.

The middle-aged elf's eyes go wide as her heart starts pounding her chest.

Between the hand-holding, the orc's toothy yet utterly winning smile, and what they did last night... It's taking everything Morgala has not to just pounce on Thurkla again, right here and now.

"I'll get the horses ready," the orc says matter-of-factly.

"Wait, what?" The elf asks as she blinks in confusion.

"We still have to get the stage couch back to them," Thurkla says as she pats one of the horses. "They'd really fire me for sure if we just showed up empty-handed AND bare-assed."

Morgala just sits there as she feels a knot forming in her soft, big belly. Something tells her she should have been listening closer to what Thurkla was saying.