"It's not a matter of preference.." The woman cooed, both to send another sultry-voiced shiver up Grumm's spine as well as invite. "I respond to strength, you see. I'm quite fond of orcs and their want, take mentality. It's so.. primal." Cam chewed on her bottom lip, rocked her hips back and forth to grind her shapely rear into the orcs lap, and slowly wiggled away.<br/><br/>"That is clearly a strong pandaren. If he wanted me, too, how could I deny him if he asked.. firmly?" Camilla had only scooted a few inches away from Grumm, and was still, in fact, in his lap. Though, nearer to his knee. After sparing a few moments of shameless appreciation of the pandaren still at the bar, she set about her next move.<br/><br/>Leaning back, the woman brought her hands to her tunic. It was a provocative piece already, but apparently needed work. Undoing the black, leather lace that annoyingly contained her healthy bust, Camilla allowed the top of the tunic to separate slowly. It stopped, agonizingly, mid way down her cleavage. Those breasts, clearly pushed up by some undergarment, were nearly free. A thin film of perspiration added a delightful sheen to those plush mounds, and Grumm was able to see the faintest hint of her dark areolas.<br/><br/>Before settling into the orcs lap again, Cam removed the Stormwind insignia pinned into her tunic and set it on the table behind her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>