Billy
*The last light of the day was fading as the sun set, casting a pleasant dull golden glow over the buildings. Most people were already on their way home, packing up stalls in the market, locking up their businesses, but the tavern was always open, and by now was bustling with activity as work weary folks relaxed for the evening, singing,  drinking and dancing their hard earned money away.

A tall- towering in fact- and heavy set figure approaches, a spring in her step despite her thick frame, and she even hums a jaunty tune. A female Mogash, and a big one at that, light green skin, broad shoulders and broader hips, she's clad in hefty, knee high leather boots with tight cloth pants, and a sleeveless leather and steel armoured top. The amount of material used is staggering, at least three times as much as a human woman would need, all to contain the enormous chest beneath, a generous amount of cleavage on show. She bears no weapons, but her fists and forearms are covered with huge, steel knuckled gauntlets, clearly crafted and specially fitted, much like her chest piece. Given her size and obvious strength, it's pretty obvious that she punches things with those gloves.

Hips swinging, chest bouncing, and long wild hair flowing in the slight breeze, she comes to a halt before the doorway, grins broadly with small tusks poking from her chunky lips, and with a nod, she pushes the door roughly open, and ducks under the entrance.*

"Well now!! You all don't look quite drunk enough to me!"
*She roars at the startled crowd within. Her voice is deep and husky, yet still feminine, strong and well used. This is a woman who likes to -talk-. She stands there, massive form blocking the doorway, fists planted firmly upon her massive hips and an open, friendly smile beaming on her surprisingly attractive face. The patrons remain quiet, shocked by the appearance of such a boisterous orc, but soon give up a cheer when she produces a gold coin, and slides it across the bar top to the tavern owner.*

"This round is on me!!"

*The noise returns as people clink glasses and make toasts to the generous woman. Neesha herself turns and sits her large behind on the bar, the wood groaning beneath the weight,  and folds her arms under her enormous chest. The tiny wooden stools would never hold up her frame, sadly.

Content for now, she lets her dark yellow eyes drift across the various people, curious and amused.*
Alta
Hips swinging, chest bouncing, and long wild hair flowing in the slight breeze,
Marcela
*Dusk was slowly embracing the town as the night slowly started to fall. While most citizens meet up with their family inside their thatched house, it wasn't the case for some of them, like Mari, who prefered to end a day with a drink or two.*
*The imposing woman was sitting in the corner of the inn's main room, sharpening her guandao with a common whetstone, with a freshly emptied mug in front of her. While she didn't seem particularily mean, she surely was intimidating for most of the small macens here, and her bloody red eyes pushed that feeling even further. Seeing an oni in its true form was quite a rare sight already in Salvainia as most of them used their shapeshifting ability to fit in the society, but catching a glimpse on a red oni here was even more of an event, as those prefered to avoid the other civilizations.*
*The demoness rose her eyes and interupted her work when a firm female voiced boomed in the room. Realizing the origin of that warrior voice, she raised a brow while her eyes widened. A mogash? And what a new character! Mari lengthily fixed the tall and curvaceous figure, her sight delighted y such a display of curves. While her glance wasn't really discreet at all, maybe she wouldn't have been noticed since that big newcomer monopolized the men's attention and she seemingly was busy loudly inviting everyone. Strength, beauty and money? That mogash packed them all!*
*Mari softly bit her lips. That was an unexpected but really pleasant encounter, and she didn't count the days until she last met a woman of her calibre. She re-attached her weapon on her back and raised in height. It was time to get that offered drink. And, why not, chat with that beauty if she would've allowed her to.*
*She stopped near the counter and seized one of the mugs that the barman prepared and threw a friendly - although piercing - glance to the green woman.*
`"Thanks. Very generous of you... Ma'am?..."` *She impolitely asked.*
Shirley
*The she-orc had been happily regaling several nearby men with tales of her last fight, slapping the counter and making the glasses rattle. Despite her large and imposing figure, she did have a kind of beauty that many people found desirable, and so, emboldened by alcohol, several of the patrons had gathered around the massive woman, appearing almost as children next to her, though half of them keep their gaze fixed firmly on the jaw dropping cleavage on display.

The orc seems to either not notice the ogling, or perhaps she simply doesn't care, the mischievous smile never leaving her pretty face. One arm is tucked neatly beneath her massive chest, the other held loosely up with a jug of ale loosely dangling from her pinky finger.

Despite their newfound bravery, they almost all scatter at the Oni woman's approach, possibly having learned to avoid her. Neesha herself pauses mid speech to watch her, her eyes trailing up and down the woman's form with zero subtlety, clearly admiring the view. The fact that she can look this woman eye to eye is ..Very unexpected, and she seems to posses a physique very similar to her own. Interesting.. Very interesting. When was the last time Neesha had spoken to someone her size? She could hardly remember.*

*Grinning even more widely, she raises her half empty glass in salute, before blowing a kiss or two to a couple of the prettier men as they leave. Her attention soon returns to the oni, and she holds her red eyed stare with her own, yellow one.*

"Neesha, daughter of Mag, at your service. Who might you be, hmm?"

*Everything about the orc is friendly and flirty, and she regards the demon girl with her head tilted to one side, then flicks her mass of hair the other way. Every movement of her big backside causes the bar counter to creak, and the tavern keeper shoots several concerned glances her way, but he says nothing, intimidated, and.. Well, she did spend a fair bit of money. And it was a VERY nice backside.*
Marcela
*Those wooden creaks didn't go unnoticed by the horned girl, who briefly glanced at the mass causing the noises, but more discreetly this time. Mari sipped a third of her mug before resting a casual elbow on the counter. It was nice to not have to lower her gaze for once. *
`"Neesha?... Nice name."` *She neutraly replied while trying to resist the temptation to look down. 'Must... Not look...'* `"... Er, mine's Mari. Mari Kankashin."`
*Down went another third of the ale mug before an awkward silence took place. Yeah... That encounter was definitely a good one. She just had to find a good topic.*
`"... I suppose you're a mogash, right? Those puny female humans are nothing compared to your... Uh... Stature. It feels good to find someone of your size though."`
*She toasted before gulping the rest of her beer, loudly putting down the emptied mug. She pursued her introduction, trying to create the sparks necessary to start this conversation.*
`"You surely did a long way to come to the Empire. I remember when I was a kid... I often ran away from my tribe to play with other mogash children in the Okiangupi mountains. Good memories, haha!"` *She chuckled.*
*Hopefully that would've attracted the orcess into chatting.*
Shirley
*The big orc girl laughs, her head tipping back slightly. She liked this woman already, she could tell. Funnily enough, she was thinking more or less the same thing; not having to look down was a pleasant change these days. Although, a quick glance certainly wouldn't hurt. She grins, and slowly raises her eyes back to Maris.'*

"A Mogash, guilty as charged!"

*She chuckes, gesturing with a hand down at herself. Without even looking around, she waves her mug for the barman to refill, which he dutifully does, reaching up on his tip toes to do so. She brings it back around and up to her lips, tipping the entire drink upwards and gulping it down in one! Satisfied, she inhales deeply, mighty chest straining even further at the armoured bodice, before letting out a long and happy sigh. She puts the mug down for now and focuses on the Oni.*
"Pretty far, yes! I'm not even sure how far to be honest. I just hit the road, and kept on walking!."
*Neesha laughs again, a merry giggle that seems out of place on someone her size, and it causes a few more men to stare over, smirking and nudging each other. Two amazons at the bar.*

"Okiangupi? Oh yeah, I have a few cousins up there, I think. I've never been though. And, you're one of the only Oni I've ever met! Are they all as good looking as you?"
*She asks, bluntly, her eyes twinkling.*