Tasha's brow furrows lightly in confusion, her swordarm hesitating.  Both?  What did he mean by both?  Her hazel eyes regard him, looking for clues as to the meaning in that brutish face.<br/><br/>Perhaps it is this distraction that costs her.  Her eyes widen as a whip suddenly lashes out sinking its nettles into her silken bra.  Tashia gasps as the orc jerks the whip back, and she feels the soft cloth give way, tearing.  A moment later, and it is torn away, red silk falling in tatters around her.  Her breasts, suddenly bared, bounce lightly as they come free.  Exposed now, they still stand proud and firm atop her chest, even without support, each slightly more than a handful in size.  Delicate pink nipples like tiny rosebuds harden as the air of the arena contacts them.  Tashia blushes furiously, a mixture of shame and anger, both deepening as she hears the approving roar of the crowd.  One hand almost comes up to cover herself, but she lowers it as another whip comes in.<em>Not just a fight, but humiliation as well?  Damn them.</em><br/><br/>The next blow Tashia dodges, her hips twisting aside at the last moment, her hazel eyes widening as she realizes just where it was aimed.  She has no time to reflect, though, as the remaining two whips strike at her.  Furiously, she twists, her sword and dagger working furiously to defend, but they strike too quickly.  "Eep!"  Tashia squeaks as one strikes her flat stomach, sending a jolt of... pleasure through her.  Again, she has no time to reflect before the last one strikes her across her bare breasts.<br/><br/>"Ahhh!"  Tashia cries out, her back arching, her chestnut hair swirling about her, her lovely orbs straining desperately but futilely towards that sudden pleasure.  She can feel her nipples throb in response; always sensitive, they now seemed to ache desperately for touch.  With a shock, she recognizes a growing heat between her thighs, and a wetness, as her body responds to the stimulation.<em>What... what is this?</em><br/><br/>Desperately, Tashia spurs herself to action, seeking to drive away those feelings through violent activity.  She follows that last whip, rushing towards its owner, her bare toned legs carrying her quickly across the arena floor.  Suddenly she shifts, the run turning into a lunge to the side, her body twisting gracefully, her sword arm at full extension.  Her sword almost seems to leap forward as, with a practiced eye, she targets the orc's armpit, seeking to sink the blade into him as he raises his whip for another strike.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Strength 2 + compelling "Finesse, not force" 2+ roll 3 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4392292/) = 7<br/><br/>FP - 4/6<br/>Physical<br/>XXXX  Wet between the thighs<br/>XX<br/>Mental<br/>XX<br/><br/>Social <br/>XX    Cocky Slut<br/>X<br/><br/>Temporary aspect - topless<br/></div></div>