Humans, as a rule, were a prudish species. For one such as Liirah, whose experiences in physical intimacy were limited to a single awkward, fumbling night with another apprentice, the orc’s brazen language was positively mortifying. Her cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink at use of the word “worship”, especially. “That’s hardly proper,” she muttered, fingers tightening around the laces of her jerkin. Though then again, what could she expect from these primitive people? She huffed, trying to regain some semblance of dignity as she turned back to the pool, only to stiffen at his teasing observation, embarrassment now reddening her entire face. Her first thought was that he couldn’t be serious. Surely he was simply trying to shock her with such vulgar talk, to further unsettle the silly little human who had come wandering into their territory. Attempting to save face, Liirah scoffed quietly. “To tell the truth, I think the rumors I’ve heard about your kind absconding with and ravaging human women are rather exaggerated.”<br/><br/>Really, the sheer audacity of this orc, to talk about such crude things so openly. She was a Hunter, she was above such base desires, she was a trained professional, and oh Lord he was disrobing.<br/><br/>“Nonono, that’s not--” Too late. “--necessary.” she finished lamely, privately relieved that he had only taken his shirt off rather than stripped entirely. Even so, what she could see was difficult not to ogle. He was broad as a barn, with a physique any human male would have envied, especially since he appeared to be in his middling years. The thick patch of chest hair, as well as the scar lancing across his skin, were distinct against his green flesh, and she found herself wondering where he had gained such a scar--whether from an altercation with another orc, or from a human.<br/><br/>It took her a moment to register that he had asked her a question, and a moment longer to realize that she had been staring openly at his chest muscles. “O-oh--it’s Liirah.” She cleared her throat and turned back to the water, fumbling with her jerkin again before her red cheeks could be noticed. She was no less anxious about disrobing, but they were leaving her little choice. Besides, she’d be lying if she said his easygoing jibes hadn’t left her just slightly riled up. They clearly found her prudishness amusing, and she was tired of being the butt of the joke here. Summoning her nerve, she untied her jerkin and slipped it off, exposing her lightly-muscled back to them as she tossed it into the grass nearby. While even the she-orc scout had an advantage over her in terms of strength, Liirah nevertheless had the body of someone used to working for a living. The draw weight on her crossbow demanded a certain amount of muscle, after all. There was no soft nobleman’s daughter here.<br/><br/>Slipping off her trousers stirred a good deal more apprehension within her, but she couldn’t really stop halfway through, could she? She kicked off her boots and unbuckled her belt, with its quiver of crossbow bolts, tossing them to lie beside her top, then quickly stepped out of her trousers and into the water, hopefully before they could get a chance to leer at her rump. The pool was somewhat chilly in the night air, raising gooseflesh across her skin, but she forced herself to go deeper, until it was up to her collarbone. Satisfied that her modesty was safe for the moment, obscured as it was by the dark water, she shut her eyes and let herself drift a bit, feeling the sandy soil beneath her toes and occasionally dunking her head beneath the surface.