Queen Ileosa's full lips curved in a smile - It seemed like they could come to a mutually beneficial agreement! As the War Chief drank her wine, the bass rumble over his voice reverberating through her, she could feel the pressure of Kragnos's gaze on her shapely form...He was absolutely eyeing her up.<br/><br/>It seemed like the orcs lived for war, but were bound by their lack of resources. Trade was what they hungered for...Though it was anyone's guess how this alliance would play out in the long run.<em>There's no harm in trying,</em>the luscious brunette thought, her violet eyes oh-so-thoughtful - Her silks caressing her shapely form! Toasts and gifts were exchanged, and as the courtiers and assorted hanger-ons on both sides filed out...<br/><br/>-It was just her. Her, and Warchief Kragnos.<br/><br/>A soft chuckle purred from her lips - A chuckle that mingled with a soft *gasp*, as thick fingers reached down...Cupping the pale, perfect orbs of her plush behind, clearly resisting the urge to squeeze! She could feel the heat radiating from the orc's form, as she was pushed *back* onto the table -<em>Right here?</em>Ileosa thought, her eyes widening just so...A little thrill shooting up the virtual vixen's spine!<br/><br/>A lesser woman would've been cowed. But - the lovely monarch's slim fingers slid along Kragnos's powerful chest...Over those corded muscles - A heady shiver racing through her, her breath coming faster, faster-!<br/><br/>"A battlefield, you say?" she echoed, her eyes half-lidded...Oh my, was<em>this</em>part of the game, too? Had that *really* been programmed in?<br/><br/>The violet-eyed beauty's tongue curved over her full, pouting lips...Arrayed, deliciously, on the great oaken table - As if<em>she</em>was part of the feast, too!<br/><br/>"Then I'll<em>gladly</em>take you on-!"