<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>Spirited negotiation with a possible client<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Stephen, Open<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>If Snogflog notices him sneaking up on her she doesn't indicate it, when it comes to orcs and backstabbing they are not as enthusiastic at it as their smaller Hobgoblin cousins who have elevated backstabbing to an artform. In their culture it is perfectly acceptable to stab anyone in the back for some upward mobility as long as you get away with it, in other words as long as the other person doesn't stab you in the back first. Though why they still do it is a bit of a mystery, after all generations of furious stabbing with their curved daggers has resulting in them growing a very thick lump of bone behind their hearts so rarely do any of them die from it. Still by now it is tradition, and why break tradition over such a small detail. It just means you get the stab the other person again at another time.<br/>With orcs however, a simple stab in the back is rarely fatal unless you stab them with something more substantial. Like say a claymore, and between themselves they like to settle disputes tusks to tusks in the pit.<br/><br/>It is perhaps an universal truth that pretty ladies working in any form of bar, tavern, brothel tend to have their behinds pinched. Exactly why males across multiple species find this acceptable after so many thousands of years of never really getting the desired result is another of those little mysteries in life, probably the same reason they still think the size of their junk matters or why women wear shoes designed to murder their feet just to look pretty for men she doesn't really care about as much as she cares about throwing those shoes away and murdering whoever came up with the idea. One of the few scholars in such things, the renowned rakshasa Aadhishankar spent 73 years studding it before he in frustration burned down his entire library and opened up a brewery for what can only generously be called spirits. Mostly because it contained as much alcohol as is possible and nothing else, all to drown out his frustrations with men and women.<br/><br/>For Snogflog the pinching phase didn't last long, after the first five men had their noses broken and a few arms and legs cracked people got the hint it was perhaps not a good idea unless you are tough enough to handle her. And when the famous flutist Master Lodovico of Milan found himself farting in a very musical manner from having his flute shoved up his rear it pretty much stopped all together. And with very minimal damage to furniture all things considered.<br/><br/>So when she feels a hand sliding over her ass followed by the pinch there is an audible gasp from those that see what is happening, and more than one person quickly shuffles a few steps back to avoid getting blood on them. Normally she would turn around and knock him out cold but it is his words that stop her, her long ears are not just for show so she hears him quite clearly and the challenge in his words is unmistakable. Now THAT is something she hasn't heard in a while and her mood instantly brightens, today will be a good day!<br/><br/>Slowly she turns around with a wide grin on her face, that is to say she looks about ready to tear someone apart but her eyes are brimming with joy not anger as she looks him over. Sure he doesn't look like much, but as she knows all to well looks can be deceiving. After all the Madam doesn't look like much other than a stunningly beautiful woman, but even Snogflog wouldn't dare test her strength. So her eyes bore into his before slamming her forehead down on his, not as hard as she can really. Just more of a lovetap to start and gauge his strength. As he staggers back, she takes a step forward and slides one arm under his left armpit and puts a foot before his so that when she all but lifts him up he can't find any traction on the floor. So his body sails in a wide arc through the air and slams down on a table that thankfully breaks in a most satisfying manner and has the added effect of absorbing most of the force. Even as splinters sail through the air Snogflog resigns herself to another fine from the lovely Madam, meh it is worth it.<br/><br/>“Pleased to meet you, I am Snogflog Nosebiter. Daughter of the Shattered Hand Clan.”<br/><br/>Oh yes, today is a good day. She leaps over him, incidentally giving him quite the nice view up her leather skirt if he isn't too dizzy to see. But if he manages to see he can clearly see she isn't wearing anything underneath and has quite the adorable tuft of dark red hair on her most intimate of places. She plants herself on his chest and leans forward so that her ample chest seem to be filling his vision now while her hands grip his wrists and pins him down. His move now and she can't wait to see how he will react. Already her heart is beating a strong rhythm from the enjoyment flooding her system with endorphins to get her ready for either a good fight or a good fuck, or possibly both.