<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>Serving up some food in the dungeon<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/><br/>Her eyes follow him as he looks around the superbly stocked dungeon, she remembers her own first visit down here when she was given her initial tour of the place. Amazement that so many fun toys could exist and quite the exhilaration at the thought of learning what they all can do to make someone cry out in that delightful mixture of pleasure and pain. When it was very clear that this is a room she would spend quite a bit of time in the other brides and grooms with similar tastes helped her learn how every item works and some of the basic rules. Such as no alcohol in here, even someone as resilient as Snogflog can after all die from what can happen in here. Be too drunk and if the client passes out while say she is gagged and has to throw up, she can think of more fun ways to die then drown in your own drink fuelled vomit while strapped to a rack.<br/><br/>"I think my entire ass is bruised from all that. And my pocket is completely gone..."<br/><br/>Her warm chuckle is filled with amusement as he rubs his behind while walking towards her, she still has no idea what it was that exploded but clearly he took the brunt of the blast in a tender area. Perhaps he will want her to kiss it better? Perhaps lick it better too? His arm snakes around her waist and she turns to gaze into his sparkling eyes, already her brain is working overtime to catch every nuance of his speech and movement pattern. There is a hunger in his eyes, and not just for food. She gets the impression that he isn't used to rooms like this, not with his initial reaction with those wide eyes roaming the room. No matter, she will gladly instruct him. There is no weakness in not knowing, only in not wanting to learn.<br/><br/>“Hungry? Well we can fix that easily enough good sir. Why don't I go chase something up while you take a look around the room to learn where things are and what items speak to you. Then we can see who puts whom where hmm?”<br/><br/>Her mouth curls into a big grin flashing those tusks again, the man intrigues her in a way few have. Bold, brave, perhaps a bit inexperienced but that is easily fixed. And he even managed get her on her back after being thrown through a table, sure it might not have been entirely his doing but darn if it didn't feel good to have the air knocked out of her and have him on top in such a dominant position. Lets see if he can keep that up, and well other things too. Gently she leans in to place a little kiss on his lips, a soft little teasing thing only to see if he flinches from the tusks as they graze across his lips. Then with a shake of her hips she slides out of his arm and walks briskly out of the room to find the food.<br/><br/>“Right back with something to eat.”<br/><br/>As soon as she is outside of the dungeon she picks up the pace even more and almost flies down the corridor and through a few doors to emerge into the kitchen. The wonderful aromas assault her nostrils making her tummy rumble loudly enough for one of the kitchen aids to look up with surprise written on his face. Normally the brides and grooms don't visit the kitchen after all.<br/><br/>“Just getting a plate of some food for the lovely young man, seems he forgot to eat before coming here. May I?”<br/><br/>The assistant nods almost a bit afraid to say no to the formidable orc as she grabs a plate and stacks a few choice pieces of meat on it before they can be ruined by the cook. Not that the cook isn't one of the best cooks to work the trade, quite the contrary but this obsession with ruining good food by cooking it is something Snogflog just can't wrap her head around. So a few boar ribs, a leg of lamb and then a very large pitcher of ice cold water gets added and she hefts the now heavy plate easily with one arm.<br/><br/>“Thank you kindly.”<br/><br/>She grins and picks up half a loaf of bread and stacks that on the plate as well, thus armed she ventures back this time with less urgency in her steps. A sudden stop now would send raw meat and water flying everywhere after all, besides it isn't like she has any trouble hefting the plate. A normal woman would be shaking by the time she kicks the door to the dungeon open again, but for Snogflog it is no major task. Only helps give the muscles in her arm some more definition as she places the large tray on a table where he can see it.<br/><br/>“Here you go, now... why don't you tell me what you where seeing in here? We do take pride in making sure those that we entertain are satisfied with it after all, and while I could guess.. well last time I did the guy was whining about how he didn't find broken bones a turnon. Can you believe it? Such a whimp, unlike yourself I am sure.”<br/><br/>