Follow her lead

Deciding to trust Tri'lanna, you let her guide you to the darkened spot against the cliff. You have to bend your knees just to make it in the tiny crevice. Once inside, you reach out your arms, ready to pull her in with you. You thought that she wanted to hide, but she seems to have other plans.

With you squeezed in between the rocks, Tri'lanna turns around and runs toward the orc she just killed. You watch, puzzled, as the girl tosses her bow to the ground and then quickly undresses. She slips out of her tunic and unties the belt, tossing both far away, and once reaching the body, she begins to smear the fallen orc's blood all over her body.

"What the hell is she doing?" You quietly mutter to yourself. Her bow is too far away now for her to reach, and you don't even understand why she took off all her clothes. You begin to worry that her madness has reached a new level. She won't be able to kill anyone that way. It might grab their attention, but in all the wrong ways.

Then, after glancing at your fallen weapons and where Tri'lanna is standing, you feel like a idiot. Distracting the orcs is exactly what she wants to do.

From where you're hiding, you can see nothing except Tri'lanna crouched near the corpse, but you can now hear the orcs as they come round the bend. From the clank of metal-on-metal and the shift of rubbing leather, you can tell that those two are both armored and armed. With what though, you can't be certain, but all you can do now is wait and trust that Tri'lanna knows what she's doing.

You watch Tri'lanna spin around in fright as the two approach. With her kneeling next to the dead orc, covered in its blood, it must be obvious to the others what just happened, and so they begin talking harshly at her, likely accusing the elf of killing their comrade. Tri'lanna looks absolutely terrified and begins babbling incomprehensibly to the orcs, acting as submissive and non-confrontational as possible. You can only imagine the look on their faces, seeing a naked elf, without a single weapon to defend herself, practically begging them not to hurt her. Then one of them mutters something in rough Orcish and the second replies with a deep, throaty chuckle. Something about that exchange leaves you fearing for the elf's safety. You don't need to know the orc language to understand what they plan to do to Tri'lanna. You hear them move closer, more slowly this time, more relaxed.

Finally, the two creatures enter your narrow field of vision. They are both large and muscular like the others, but luckily, not as well equipped as you first thought. One carries a small woodcutter's axe, smaller than your own, and wears leather leg-guards and a shirt of chainmail. The other is slightly better armored, having similar leg and chest-pieces but also a pair of chain gloves and a bronze half-helm, but with a pathetic pitchfork for a weapon.

As they walk toward Tri'lanna, they nudge each other and grin wickedly, watching her with interest as she makes no move to run away. Neither of them pay any attention to their dead cousin, clearly more interested in the morsel in front of them. When they draw close, one of them seizes a handful of Tri'lanna's hair, roughly pulling her forward. She lets out a pained gasp but quickly recovers, fluttering her eyelashes and beckoning them onward. Seeing no resistance, they both drop their weapons, and start roaming her body with their hands and tongues.

With growing discomfort, you watch as the two orcs roughly grope and stroke Tri'lanna's pretty body. One of them starts licking her bosom, not caring that they're licking off the blood of their dead kin. The other kneels behind her, with one hand squeezing her left breast and the other hand exploring the area between her thighs, probing her mound. Both of them are crude with her, almost violently touching her, but Tri'lanna only lets out moans of pleasure, even running her hands up and down their bodies in response.

You would want nothing more than to run out and kill the two of them right now, seeing how they treat her, but one orc is still facing your general direction and would immediately see you if you slipped out. Tri'lanna seems to recognize this too and so, between her gasps and groans of fake pleasure, she quickly flashes you a look.

"Not yet." Her eyes tell you.