She'd looked smaller from outside...<br/><br/>As Tzahala opens the door, she finds herself looking at her "gift", complete with a little tag that says "from J." tied around her wrist. As jacked up as the big troll is, it looks like he's still plenty capable of keeping to a theme when it's requested. The woman standing in front of the runner is 6'9" and built like a professional athlete; but the troll has wrapped her up in red and gold ribbons, so that her nipples are perfectly hidden and only very tip of her un-cut cock dangles out from behind a thick red bow.<br/><br/>"Tisha?" The woman's voice is husky, deep, and playful as she examines the runner. "I'm sorry, Miss, but if you're expecting a Tisha then I think we're just crossing paths. I'm Symone..."<br/><br/>Ever the professional, the ork holds out one strong hand for the runner to shake.<br/><br/>"Of course, if you were the one who put in the very specific request for an 'ork woman with a cock like mine,' then I suppose I would be waiting for you..."