The orc was almost as surprised as the night elf as in regards to her impulsive choice, that leaves them leaning forward into each other on their stools.  Also, very much like the elf, there is no hesitation or sudden shyness now that the decision has been made, and the impulsive passion reciprocated.  The orc's green fingers run across the forearm of the other woman, then across her shoulder and neck before burying into the white hair that is clenched into a fist.  She does no impose her will, even as her other arm brings the woman closer, their breasts pressing against each other and her gift swallowed.<br/><br/>How the orc's eyes widen when the woman she only knows as 'Mother' not only matches her in aggression, but takes it a step forward, sucking on her tongue and bobbing in motion.  The orc's eyes close firmly, fingertips pressed against her partner's scalp, massaging tenderly as she considers the strangeness that had left her kissing an elf-- or, if she was honest, being kissed by the learned woman.  The cold press of her tusk is kept her cheek turned, not wishing to poke the woman, even as her free hand rises to play at the curve of the night elf's ear, tracing the delicate structure to its point with her fingertips.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>