<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/y41fn52.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nerisa Drovers<br/><strong>Sheet:</strong>https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1252723<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lara<br/><br/>It was not the worst thing that Nerisa had ever tasted, that was a relief at least.  She continued to nibble as he gave his orders, and bowed her head with a murmured 'yes master' at his order.<br/><br/>Nerisa had fetched her weapons before she went in search of the promised vegetables.  The sight of an orc taking advantage of a woman caused her stomach to flip.  She wanted no part of such, festivities.  An orc and a woman could quickly turn into a dozen orcs and a half-dozen women.  But she wanted her vegetables, and slaves had to at least try to stick together.<br/><br/>"I'll take that basket."  She informed the orc.  "I might suggest that now is not the time for play sir."  He didn't warrant a master.  "Master Auscor is in a surly mood from a missing hunter, and will not like to be kept waiting so you can grab ass and get your dick wet."