There wasn't one before, but there is one now.  A slim, petite human female with a hood up and a curl of off-blonde hair that swoops down to tickle the nose having escaped from its confine.  The tight, form-fitting leather and the daggers hidden under the coat she's slipped about her shoulders gives away her profession long before anything else might.  She's a scoundrel, though a cutthroat or a pickpocket is left best to the immediate imagination.  "You two are really going at it."  She has a mug in one hand, pulling her scarf down around her throat as she steps closer to watch, pink lips splitting to sip from her frothy drink.<br/><br/>She, without asking the orc or the human's permission, straddles the former and sets her ass right atop the powerfully built submissive female, straddling her midsection with slim thighs.  "Y'know, the floor is bloody filthy right?  Like, I'm talking shit scraped off the boots, spilt rum, guzzled man batter an' sprinklings of other bodily fluids into a cocktail of just, like, wash your hands three times before eating.  Jus' cause you can't see it doesn't mean it's not real."   She reaches down to slap at the green ass as she leans back, "Isn't that right, Greeny?  Your hands have to be getting grimey already."<br/><br/>She takes another sip of her drink as she is rocked backwards by the force of the latest thrust.  "So, you two been in town long?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>