<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/SNorclady.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:  Snogflog Nosebiter of the Shattered Hand Clan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13138798#msg13138798)</strong><br/><br/><strong>COURTESEAN</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Spoiling for a good fight<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Stephen, Closed<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>Her eyes sparkle with amusement as he eyes the plate of raw meat, but to his credit he does pick up and eat a piece. With a fork, what a barbarian! To show how to properly eat she grabs a rib in one hand and tears a large chunk off with her tusks and munches happily. A small trickle of blood runs down over her chin before she wipes it away with the back of her hand and she listens to his little plan for the evening. An amusing proposition, the fact that he picked those cuffs speaks of a man with more excotic tastes than even most who enjoy the pleasures that the dungeon have to offer, but still she isn't quite sure he is though enough for it.<br/><br/>“You put them on me? Oh I see, that is your form of a joke. Very amusing good sir.”<br/><br/>The voice filled with good natured humor as she teases him, the way his arm has snaked around her hips to caress her skin is again promising so she is willing to give him the benefit of the doubt on this. But still he hasn't quite proven himself to her, not yet.<br/><br/>“Now I grant you that you did get me on my back earlier, but we both know that wasn't quite planned. So, show me that you are man enough for this. Let us see what you are made of if you wish to make me your plaything, fail and it will be you that dangles from your feet screaming in pain. Of course you can always admit to being a whimp and leave now, but we both know you won't. Because you like a challenge, so shall we see if you are up to it?”<br/><br/>Tempted as she is to toss the half gnawed bone away she knows the Madame wouldn't forgive her if she left half eaten food around so she neatly drops it back on the plate while stretching out her muscles, an act that has the added benefit of displayed them as they ripple under her soft skin. That is if he can avoid the trap of staring down her cleavage when she leans forward to limber up her back and purely by accident gives him quite the view of her girls.<br/><br/>“You said you wished to make me your slave, how did you plan to do that? Hmm?”<br/><br/>There is a fire in her eyes now, and a widening grin on her lips. It is very obvious that he doesn't have very long to decide if he wishes to stay and test himself or to run away to fight another day. To her it doesn't matter, like all orcs she knows she can't lose. No orc is ever defeated in battle, if they win.. well they obviously have won. If they die then they are dead and that doesn't count as defeat. And if they run away, then you can always come back for another go at it so that clearly can't be a defeat either. A simple philosophy that while on the surface doesn't make sense, if you look more closely it does make some sense. You are only defeated if you let yourself be, as long as there is fight in your body and soul you are never truly beaten. Which goes a long way towards explaining her sunny disposition despite having lived through something that would break a lesser being, deep down she still has the hope that she can redeem herself and return to her clan in triumph to be accepted.