Ora shrugs to the query about pinching... and then reaches under the front of his loincloth to squeeze there for a moment.<br/><br/>"Better?"<br/><br/>Her blush deepens and one could guess that if not for how run down and possibly dehydrated she is she would probably be drooling like the guards at the gate. She shivers and lets out a lusty groan. Seeing what happens to his body during the execution doesn't help either and she spends as much time eyeing him as what's happening on stage. The mercenary tries to hide it and she clears her throat and stand up straight when it's done but it would be hard to miss.<br/><br/>The conversation resumes. She gladly takes his hand and squeezes.<br/><br/>"You intend to catch it? We'd get... well, I'm sure we'd get something for doing that. At the very least, they probably won't eat me."<br/><br/>As they make their way through the alley, Ora is struck by some conflicting emotions. On the one hand, the distinct possibility of ending up in one of those pots is frightening and enough for her to stick as close as she can to Luth. On the other...<span style="font-style: italic">so hungry</span>! Thankfully both problems have the same solution.<br/><br/>"Let's hurry and get that hound sold."