<b>The Evermoor Way - 5 hours east of Yartar</b><br/><br/>Lydia was pretty sure screaming for her virtue wouldn’t work. In fact, she’s reasonably certain that absent the sudden and inexplicable arrival of reinforcements, there’s no way out of this that doesn’t involve sex with the raid leader. Some women would waste their leverage trying to bargain their way out, only to end up raped not only by the raid leader, but probably his orcs too. But Lydia was a more savvy businesswoman, and she did still have something to trade – consent, enthusiasm, sexual skill … and other things as well, but first she had to deal with Grull’s immediate demands before working on the longer-term relationship.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">“Mmm, yes, I can see your strength. Your muscles … your …”</span>She makes a show of licking her lips.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">“…power. Grull makes other males weak and pale by comparison.”</span><br/><br/>She squeaks a little as the orc is tossed into her, but instead of trying to pull away, Lydia wriggles enough so that his hand is on her jiggly bosom. One hand takes his fingers and pushes them under the fabric of her floral-print top, through the opening of her cleavage. Of course, he’s far more powerful than her, and if he resists at all, she will fail. But somehow Lydia doubts Grull will mind.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">“Pleased to meet you, Grull. My name is Lydia, and I am a slave of the mightiest war chief around. An orc of such … amazing power and strength. Rrrr.”</span>She stretches a little, pushing her chest into the orc's hand. Quite tall for a humanoid woman, she begins undoing her vest with her left hand.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">“My mighty chief, fixing things like that isn’t a job for someone of your power. Let your slave handle it. I have many things I can do for you. But we can talk about that later. We elves are a mouthy lot, and I would rather focus on your needs right now.”</span>She reaches out with her right hand, pulling the door closed.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">“But this will take only a moment. ”</span><br/><br/>Lydia’s big blue eyes catch Grull’s as her lips begin murmuring words of magic – right in front of him, not even bothering to hide it. The Mending cantrip is an incredibly useful spell, healing broken, shattered, splintered things. Things like the door latch. Once the repair has taken, she smiles at him,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">“Of course, I know the rule is to gag me now. I can think of a good tool for the job.” </span>Bringing her hand off the carriage door, she moves it to rest against his loincloth, as she licks her lips again.