Try to seduce the guard

"Maybe I'll just skip the **** girl outfit," you say, sauntering towards the Gorbonian. He shows you his tusks and snuffles through his piggy nose. You put one arm around his his big belly and press your huge tits against him. You can smell old beer and sweat and unwashed foulness wafting from him. His mouth hangs open and his tongue dangles out like an excited dog. You kiss his neck and slide your hands down his girth to the huge bulge in the front of his loin cloth.

The green-skinned Gorbonian is shaped like a potato, but he is powerful. He seizes you in his arms and pulls you even more tightly against him. You can feel the bulge in his loincloth prodding against your tummy. He must have already been worked up from the group groping you just got.

Now he's got the private show and he's taking full advantage. His slobbering tongue drags across your lips and down your cheek to your shoulder. His lips are soft, but his tusks prod your breasts as he snorts and snuffles over your huge mounds. He plays with them in his hands and runs his tongue over the wine-colored bullets of your nipples.

"You make pulgnek real big," he grunts. "Turn around and bend over table. I shove it up your sloog."

"You're quite the charmer," you say, guessing at what the Gorbonian's words mean.

You turn halfway as he presses against you, pushing you towards the table. It's plainly obvious you've asked for and are about to receive a full-on rutting from this beastly bruiser. It's going to be awfully difficult to get ahold of his keys with you bent over the table. Maybe you should try taking things into your own hands...or mouth...