The orkish woman smiles as her 'client's' focus shifts from business to... well, more pleasurable business.<br/><br/>"My, my... quite the wish-list." The Orc smirks and stands up, inviting herself over to Tzahala's sink to clean up before coming back to stand in front of the still-sitting runner. Of course, she knows to pose just right so that the Israeli woman has a nice, clear view of all her assets; well, as clear a view as she can have through the layers of red-and-gold that adorn the woman's immense form, anyway. "It's a good thing that your benefactor paid me through until noon, then..."<br/><br/>With a chuckle, the woman positions herself just right, so that the whole ornate ribbon-wrap just falls away when Tzahala pulls on the right cord, revealing just a little bit more about the grey-green woman's body. Her breasts apparently weren't taped down; they're just not as large as Tzahala's, and the muscles beneath them are just a little bit tighter. Of course, the tightly corded muscles don't do anything to harm the woman's poise, and her tusks glimmer seductively as the israeli woman pulls her close.<br/><br/>Now that they're in such close quarters, the runner realizes that her companion has another aug that she neglected to mention: enhanced pheromones. The woman's scent is earthy, and subtle... but it rolls down Tzahala's throat like a fine wine with each lick, and it's strong enough to make the runner's head buzz delightfully when she wraps her lips around the woman's still-sheathed head. And of course, as the woman's body responds to each flick and caress of Tzahala's tongue, the scent only grows stronger...<br/><br/>Until finally, the woman's cock grows so thick that Tzahala has to open her mouth wide to accommodate it, and her pheromones have the runner dancing delightfully on the edge of tipsiness and carnal revelry. When the runner finally pulls away, she realizes that she really has ordered a 'size queen' for her special evening.<br/><br/>"Alrighty, then..." With a chuckle, the ork squats down... and flips Tzahala up against her bosom as if she were a rag doll. She takes her time moving back out of the bathroom... but she moves around the runner's home confidently, and her grin only gets wider as they move into the Israeli woman's bedroom. "I can do all of that, and all you have to do is keep one rule in mind: I like it<em>loud.</em>"<br/><br/>And as simply as that, Tzahala finds herself being tossed (gently enough) onto her mattress, flipped so that she lands on her belly with her hips down flat. And in a surprising display of speed, the orkish woman is right on top of her, grinding her thick sex right between the runner's bronzed cheeks. Out of the corner of her eye, Tzahala can see the woman starting to pull her coarse black hair into a ponytail.<br/><br/>"Think you can do that for me?"