Clara's choice was to dance with the vines and free her companion rather than the orc who was no longer checked by Akri's blade.  This gave the burly beast free reign to grab a handful of Clara's long black hair with one hand, as the other placed her sword hand in his iron like grip.  He tugged her hair back, though he was careful not to snap her pretty neck, though it wasn't hard to imagine he had the strength for it.  He squeezed her sword hand with all his might until she had little choice but to surrender her blade or feel her bones crack upon the handle.  His mouth went to her exposed throat, he nibbled with his sharp teeth and pointed tusks, but refrained from ripping her throat out for now.  He licked and sucked on her skin, tasting her feminine essence.  He then pushed her upper body down upon the table, bending her at the waist.  He thrust his hips to her ass and Clara could feel the powerful thickness of his orchood beneath his breaches.<br/><br/>The caster made his way to the ladies' table in an almost casual manner.  His two companions had things fairly well in hand, with his help of course, but the vines were not a permanent solution to the hooded swordswoman, especially with another hacking away at them.  Gronk, the larger orc, soon put an end to the landscaping but not before Akri had gotten loose enough to fall backward.  The caster caught her just before she hit the floor.  Her backward momentum however caused her hood to fall back, exposing her distinctive ears and features.<b> "Well what have we here?"</b>The caster said in a deep but curious voice as he was quite pleased with his prize.   With a word the vines released Akri and with surprising strength she too found herself face down on the table with her ass being pressed against by an eager male.<br/><br/>Alexandria's spell found easy marks with the farm boys who were already half wanting to go play the hero for the attractive adventuresses.  They stood and headed toward the pleading maiden who despite her rather skimpy attire reminded them of hearth and home and their duty to protect the virtuous.  (That last bit speaking to her effectiveness at casting illusions as to her supposed virtue.)  The dwarves however we enjoying the show and intervened.<b>"Ye don't spoil another's prize no laddie."</b>Their leader told them and while the farm boys were too overcome with illusion to stop themselves, the flat side of an axe managed to dispel the illusion enough to give them pause.  As they shook it off, they realized the pretty blonde had enchanted them and felt indignant, only rescuing their comrade from the table before retreating to the far end of the inn.  With her best chance now dispelled, Alexandria was easily place on the table as well.<br/><br/>Nemera from her vantage point at the bar, now had a rather front row seat to three rather awkwardly positioned beauties laid out as if part of a rather interesting banquet.  The Horcs and Caster were forcing arms behind them as if ready to bind them.  Each girl at least got to face her new companions in the knowledge that they were so far sharing the same fate in their quest for glory.  The bartender seemed little concerned for the plight of the girls one way or the other.  It was a rough bar, things happened, and they would likely encounter worse if they went looking for trouble.  Better to learn here that adventuring was no place for women.<b>"The dwarves of course."</b>He replied to her question about the marks.<b>"My girl?  You mean Blondie there?  She ain't my girl but she sure knows how to please a crowd."  </b>Nemera might be able to turn the tide of things if she were willing to stick her neck out.  Then again, she might be able to help them more once the Horcs were a bit less, aroused.  But then the dwarves might have heavier coin purses than the single silver and five coppers the caster had on him.