No

"Do... do I need to?" Shanks asks with just a hint of nervousness in her voice. "I mean, I already checked this piece before I came here. It's fine! It's the other parts that have problems, not this!" The orc says a little too forcefully.

Beads of sweat pool on her forehead, and a hint of purplish blush forms on her cheeks.

Rolga reflexively shrinks back at Shanks forceful assertion. This burly, green-skinned babe is twice her size after all.

"Uh... okay, whatever," the dwarf sighs. "But if I don't look at it, it's not my fault if something goes wrong..."

"Nothing's going to go wrong! It's fine!" Shanks angrily insists.

"Sure," Rolga says, rolling her eyes in exasperation.

"IT'S FINE!" Shanks growls, a little hysterically even, her fangs bared as she leans in towards the little dwarf.

Rolga gulps nervously, her body shaking in fear and causing her pilfered underwear to slip down her hips just enough to give a tantalizing teaser of what's underneath. "Wh-whatever y-you s-say, m-mistress!"

"Good!" Shanks says, sitting down in a nearby chair. "Now get to work!"

Rolga sighs as starts examining Shanks' gear.