Visit the whore house

You quickly have Denzig lead you to the whore house, an unassuming hut mixed in with the rest. You walk up to the door, knocking on it briefly.

To your surprise, a half-Orc opens the door. He hair is long, black and stringy, hanging around her face. Her skin is a pale, sickly green, her body covered with muscles. She wears leather pants held in places with a black belt, and an almost bare upper body with only a rag-like t-shirt covering her large green tits, with dark, almost black nipples underneath. She stares at you, her yellow eyes narrowing and her sharp teeth sneering.

The half-Orc blinks slowly, before her sneer disappears to be replaced by a curious look.

"You're not who I expected," she says simply.

"Who were you expecting?"

"Doesn't matter," she says. "We don't usually get humans here."

"I'm here to negotiate bringing the Blackfury Tribe under my control."

"Good luck with that," she laughs. "

"So I'm told," you shrug. "Would you mind me asking how a half-orc ended up as a... lady of the night in an Orc camp?"

The half-orc looks at you, genuinely confused.

"Lady of the night?" she asks quizzically.

"A... comfort woman."

"Oh, a whore," she says, nodding comfortably. "Before Karstuk took over, the Orcs of the Blackfury tribe traveled long and far. Some frequented brothels, where one got my mother pregnant. She gave me up to him, and he took me back here, where I decided to further my mother's trade. It's a good way to make a living, and it helps Karstuk keep Orcs from leaving the stronghold."

"Fascinating. Well, a pleasure to meet you. I'm Abaddon," you reply.

"Grace Ugutar," she says.

When you raise an eyebrow, she explains.

"Ugutar is my Orcish family name, while Grace is the name

"Interesting," you say, before looking down. "Well... not to be rude

"I thought you humans would have higher standards than to get with a half-orc like myself," Grace says.

"You have too low an opinion of yourself, and too high an opinion of yourself," you grin.

"So..." Grace Ugutar purrs. "Shall we get down to it?"

"Perfect," you say. "Unsheath."

Grace pauses, staring in surprise at your dick.

"An interesting party trick. Is that the way you want it?"

"How do you mean?" you ask.

Grace walks over to the corner, picking up a long, leather harness. Right over the crotch sticks out a long, leather covered wooden cock that stands

"Dare I ask?" you say.

"As the town prostitute, I satisfy both men and women here. Some men want use of this little gentleman too because of their preferences for the male organ, and I satisfy their lifestyle and need."

"I didn't picture Orcs as being the most accepting of the homosexual lifestyle," you note.

"Some are, some aren't. Some think it's a weak, cowardly lifestyle exported by the races of man. Other think it's a natural way to be, like the beasts of the earth, and it should be enjoyed as such. A delight, isn't it? So... what's your choice?"