If anything, Amber's taunting only made Ira's grin wider.<br/><br/>"Quite the showgirl..." She chuckled, her eyes gleaming like a cat about to pounce on a sleeping bunny. "I hope you are always so loud...  Will make this very fun..."<br/><br/>A faint -click was the only warning Amber got as a pneumatic trigger fired in Ira's arm, catching her in the eyes with a burst of air even as the cold clockwork slapped firmly against her belly, driving her up off her feet and pinning her against the attics vaulted ceiling while Ira calmly reached down and began unlooping her waistband. The stripper could clearly feel how much pressure the panzer arm was capable of exerting... And just how much control Ira had over it. Talk about pricey gears...<br/><br/>"This is for show... " the orc chuckled, pressing just a bit harder. Not enough to hurt, but enough to keep Amber from moving. "Show keeps me from having to use it... But this is not shown much, and gets far more use..."<br/><br/>The orc winked lewdly as she let her own immense sex fall from her trousers, half erect and nearly three fingers thick... And still growing.<br/><br/>"Is much more fun to work with...  Let me show you..."<br/><br/>She wasn't worried about setting up the cot, it seemed. Ira was content to just tug Amber to the floor and shove her over an open trunk of old costumes, letting her torso get all entangled in a web of film and tulle while her rump was dangling high above her head. And while the stripper was blinded by sequins and fabric, she could clearly hear the bodyguard moaning appreciatively at the sight... And she could clearly feel the thick head of the orc's cock as it slowly, insistently pushed against her "dirty" hole, grinding is way slowly in...