Each time Thursk stepped forward, he would be treated to the sight of Antimony's nude body taking an equal number of steps backwards.  The half-drow's face was considerably rounder than the majority of her full-blooded cousins, but her body was less so, showing more clearly that she was a young woman only fresh into adulthood.  Full, round hips contrasted with perky little breasts, a thin wisp of white hair below her abdomen gave no coverage whatsoever to what was undoubtedly a tight little flower, and the whole petite package was perched atop a pair of shapely legs...  Ultimately, she was left several inches below five feet in height, though, which left her significantly smaller than the orc standing before her.<br/><br/>"Well, I could certainly see that happening...  But a bit later.  I actually did come to speak with you for a reason."  And at this point, the sorceress stopped retreating.  "You see, I need a good, strong male warrior to act as my personal guard for the next two weeks.  A man with powerful muscles, someone who knows how to handle himself in a variety of situations, that sort of thing.<br/><br/>"Just being strong isn't enough for my needs, though.  I need to know that you can take orders as well, sheathe your... sword, on command."  If Thursk had kept closing the distance when Antimony stopped, she brought a hand up at this point, running it up his strong, powerful chest and ultimately raising it up to his face, leaning in close to him.  "Think you'd be willing to take my little obedience test, Thursk?"