<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/zBvd3VL4/icon.jpg)</div>The half orc didn’t acknowledge the question, filling her goblet to the brim before emptying it. The large silver chalice was of the type utilized for brandy, allowing the snooty types to vigorously swirl the alcohol about to oxygenate it, claiming this caused the flavor to bloom in some capacity. The orc girl drank from it because it was the only cup that she could pour three fourths of a bottle of wine into.  The volume<br/>her orcish constitution could take, explained her penchant for buying the whole barrel of wine.<br/><br/>It was only as Kry slapped her mug down and introduced herself that the woman looked up from her own drink. She stared at the smaller girl from across the room. After a few heartbeats, she swept her damp locks back over her shoulder and mindful of what little remained in her goblet, she approached the warlock.<br/><br/>The orc reached out to gently stroke her fingers across her cheek, the soft leather gloves cool against her skin. After a moment, her lover’s caress became something more forceful as her hand slid down under Kry’s jaw. Gentle but firm, she turned her face to side as if the orcish woman was inspecting her. The green girl was a hard read, her face implacable and her cheekbones wickedly sharp and perfect.<br/><br/>Still cupping her face in her glove, the orc turned away at last to take a long drink of her wine. She rested it on the bar top while turning back towards the warlock. Without ceremony, she leaned into kiss her, the orcish tongue parting her lips and teasing along her gum line until it was allowed past her teeth. A wash of strong wine and the questing tongue swirled in Kry’s mouth.<br/><br/>With slow but firm deliberation the orc pressed herself against the smaller woman, pinning the warlock against the bar as she stole her air. Her free hand was beneath the hem of Kry’s skirt, stroking slowly up the length of her inner thigh until her crotch was resting against the cool leather palm of her gloves.<br/><br/>The orc broke away from the kiss in favor of hungrily suckling at Kry’s throat. Her breath was a few degrees hotter than a human girl’s as it tickled across the warlock’s collarbone. She whispered against her neck with a tone that split the difference between playful and threatening, “My name is Vorska, the Heart Breaker. I do not care what you hate. Better you tell me what you like and I’ll leave you “spent and done”.”