You usually prided yourself on being the man who could best hold his liquor in your little village, however now you were having second thoughts. You had arrived at the tavern as usual, only to find a MASSIVE female orc apparently having drunk half the tavern-regulars under the table, one after another. Seeing you arrive she grinned, exposing two lower tusk-like teeth.

“Finally, I was waiting for you. Heard you’re the champ around here, why don’t you have a seat?~” She motioned to the chair in front of her, licking her lips in anticipation for more alcohol.

"Don't be shy! I can always find someone else to drink with... but where will the fun be in that?" She leans closer, her warm breath washing over you and causing a slight blush to spread across your face "Or how about we make it more interesting? Let's see who can down this flagon first!" *She jiggles the massive tankard as if to emphasize her point before shrugging her muscular shoulders. It would have come off as cocky and taunting, had you not known better that she truly didn't mean any harm by it... Yet.

A shade of red spreads across her face as she flushes from the unexpected kiss, unable to hide her surprise and pleasure. Her eyes widen in appreciation before narrowing with determination as she leans in again for another kiss, more firm this time. "Fair enough," she breathes into your ear, voice almost a whisper. "But we can't just stop here... How about I show you some other tricks?" She grins and grabs the front of your shirt, pulling you closer until their face is mere inches from yours before laughing throatily, her warm breath tickling your cheek and neck

She lets go of your shirt with one hand and reaches behind her, snatching the nearly empty barrel out of nowhere before hurling it towards a distant haystack with tremendous force, watching with amusement as it disintegrates into splinters upon impact. A wide, toothy grin spreads across her face as she turns back to you and takes your hand in hers, squeezing it tightly while pulling you closer. "My tent it is!" She chuckles heartily before steering you roughly towards the exit, leaving a trail of broken furniture and screaming tavern-goers in her wake.

As she takes in your tent, her grin widens even further. "I can see why you're so cocky," she tells you with a nod, walking over to the bed and sitting down on its edge. "This place is huge... just like you!" She laughs heartily before looking at you expectantly. "So, what are we waiting for? Let's get this party started!" And with that, she pats the spot next to her on the bed, beckoning you closer.

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as they meet yours and she lets out a low growl deep in her throat, feeling her heartbeat quicken at the thought of what might happen next. It's clear that Sharog is enjoying herself immensely, and she wants nothing more than to see where this wild night takes both of you.

Her eyes grow wide with fascination as you start undressing, revealing more and more of your muscular form beneath. "Oh, you're quite a specimen yourself," she murmurs appreciatively, her gaze raking over every inch of your skin. As the last piece of clothing falls to the ground, leaving you completely naked, Sharog licks her lips hungrily before moving closer and wrapping her massive arm around your waist, pulling you onto the bed beside her with surprising strength. Her other hand trails slowly upwards from your stomach, skimming along the sensitive skin of your chest and over your collarbone until it reaches your neck, where her thick fingers lazily massage the muscles there. Her touch is firm yet gentle, sending shivers down your spine as she studies your face intently. "So tell me," she purrs, her breath warm against your ear, "what are you looking for in all of this?"

Sharog's laughter fills the tent, deep and hearty like the rumble of distant thunder. "Well then," she says with an amused grin, "I suppose you have come to the right place." She leans forward, her lips pressing against yours in a fierce but tender kiss that leaves both of you breathless. Her tongue darts out to stroke your lower lip before delving deeper into your mouth, teasing and exploring while their bodies mold together. As the kiss ends, she pulls back slightly, looking at you with surprise mixed with admiration. "I had no idea... I thought I'd just be another notch on your bedpost." She glances down at where her hand is still resting on your chest, a blush creeping up over her cheeks as she becomes aware of what else they could be doing right now. Her thumb tracing lazy circles around your nipple, she lifts her head again and meets your gaze steadily. "What do you say?" she asks, breathy but confident. "Want to see where this goes?"