Morroja smirked at she watched the human female order her drink. To passers-by she'd look like a well-a-do tart but the cut and quality of her silk robes suggested she had a purse bigger than a common whore's. Adding the fact her sass wouldn't earn her much buisness, she was obviously a merchant of some kind. Though the Orc didn't care much for the woman's trade, she did care for the wonderfully exposed legs and ample bosom with threatened to burst out of her silken dress.<br/><br/>She narrowed her eyes as she gave a sharp, piercing wolf-whistle at the human, draining her cup with a grin.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>