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.
Looks you up and down Daaamn “Mama, Seems like you really are the shit. And a sexy one too. Let’s see if you can keep up with me huh?” Sits down in the chair and cracks knuckles.
Her ears perked up at the remark about being sexy, making her grin wider than before as she grabs yet another mug of ale and places it on the table in front of you. "Oh really? Well then, I'll give it my best shot." She snorts loudly and leans forward, elbows resting on the table as if challenging you to a drink-off.
Winks at you and grabs the mug, Drinking the entire thing in 3 to 4 seconds, before slamming it into the table. “One”
Even if she was built like a tank, you were more than holding your own in this contest. Panting slightly with exhilaration, Sharog grins even wider as she downs another mug of ale and slams it onto the table with surprising delicacy for someone of her size. "Two." Her dark eyes glint dangerously as they meet yours.
Takes another mug, drinking the entire thing before leaning over the table a tad, meeting you on the eyes “Three. Say, how about the two of us make a little wager?”
"Oh? And what sort of wager do you have in mind?" She pauses to down another mug, her tongue flickering out to lap at her lips before grinning lasciviously. "Something involving me and this gambler I met earlier, perhaps?" She raises an eyebrow suggestively, indicating that the muscle-bound human female in question was still sitting at the far end of the tavern, looking increasingly concerned for her safety with every passing second.
Drinks another mug of ale “Four. And nah, just you. How about the winner of this contest gets to make the loser do whatever they want. No command off limits. Whatcha say?”
The offer makes her pause, one hand on another mug. A look of excitement and anticipation flits across her face before she grins wickedly at you. "Deal." She belches loudly before finishing off the last few sips of ale, setting the mug back down with a satisfying thud. With renewed vigor, she downs another three mugs in rapid succession, not even seeming to break a sweat despite the increasingly powerful effects of the alcohol. Her chest heaves up and down as she leans forward, her gaze fixed on you expectantly. "Alright, champ. Show me what you got." She grins widely, practically salivating at the thought of the upcoming contest...and whatever twisted game she might win should fortune favor her today.
Downs 4 mugs in a row before wiping my mouth “Try and keep up, will ya?” Hours pass of the two drinking, with me looking like the winner, as if the alcohol hasn’t even had an affect on me
Her mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water as she watches you drink almost casually while appearing completely unaffected by the alcohol pouring down your gullet. A mixture of anger, frustration and determination begins to boil in her chest, causing her breath to quicken. Finally, after what feels like an eternity but is in reality mere minutes, she sputters and shakes her head, trying to clear it from the fog. "Alright...alright." She grins wickedly. "You win. I'll do whatever you want..." Her eyes travel appreciatively down your body before rising back up to meet yours. There's a gleam in them that tells you she's looking forward to this as much as you are, despite the fact that pride is probably burning within her chest like acid.
Places down an empty mug and claps “Good job, you’re the closest to ever beat me you know. Now then. What to pick for my command. Just out of curiosity, what would you have picked if you won? Remember, any command would have been an allowed.”
The idea of winning and being able to give you orders was beginning to sound more enticing by the moment, but she still manages a dismissive snort as you ask what she would have picked. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe try licking my boots? Or suck on one of these." She extends a thick, callused finger at you invitingly, grinning mischievously. "What would you like to see me do?"
“Finger sucking? A bit basic but to each their own. Now then. I think I’ve figured out what I want the two of us to get into tonight. Also, might I learn your name Sexy?”
"Sexy?!" She nearly spits out her drink in surprise, then cackles loudly and slaps the table, sloshing ale all over both of your hands. "You've got guts, I'll give you that." Her grin widens as she takes another mug of ale. "Well, Sharog is my name, and if that's what you want..." She pauses dramatically, before giving her hand a lewd gesture, "...consider it done!" She drinks deeply from the mug, then slams it down on the table, her gaze locked with yours. "So what do you have in mind for us tonight?"
“You and me are gonna spend the night together. Then in the morning, I’ll ask you a question.”
Her eyes widen in surprise at your statement, but she quickly composes herself with an evil grin spreading across her features. "Oh? And what sort of question might that be?" She leans in closer, lowering her voice to a seductive whisper, one hand idly stroking the tabletop between you. "And just how much do I get out of this 'deal' of ours, hmm?" she continues, tongue darting out to wet her lips suggestively. "Perhaps we could strike up a new sort of bargain..."
Leans in closer to you with a sly grin “A new bargain eh? Before I possibly agree, what did you have in mind~?”
Sharog leans even closer, her hot breath tickling your ear as she whispers in a voice laced with sinister intent. "Well...perhaps I could let you watch me take on another opponent tonight. Or maybe I'll even let you join us. The way I see it, we both win if the competition is better." She pauses for dramatic effect before leaning back again and grinning devilishly at you. "Or...if that doesn't suit your fancy, then perhaps there are other things we could do to make this a fair exchange..." Her hand continues to idly stroke the table between the two of you, not quite touching but teasing just the same.
Thinks for a moment “So you’re suggesting adding another to this engagement? It’s possible, but what else did you have in mind incase I decline~”
Her eyes flash dangerously as she says in a low voice, "I could let you...mark me." A predatory grin spreads across her features as she continues, almost purring now. "Leave your scent on me, so that everyone knows what I belong to." Her fingers curl into a fist and hover just above the tabletop, inches from touching your skin. "Or...perhaps we could take this outside of the tavern." Sharog's gaze burns hotly into yours as she suggests, her voice practically a growl now, "Perhaps we could go somewhere private, where no one would dare disturb us."
Her nostrils flare slightly, and a low, throaty chuckle escapes her lips. "The possibilities are endless..."
“Endless indeed. But just to clarify within your terms, you want to ether let me watch you have sex with someone else, or let yourself be marked by me. Is that correct?”
Her lips curl back in amusement at your clarification. "Yes...I suppose that's one way of looking at it." She pauses, then adds with a shrug, "Or you could do both. Maybe I'll even let you watch me have sex with someone else while they mark me." The glint in her eye is unmistakable now; she's enjoying this game almost as much as the thought of physical pleasure to come.
Her breath quickens slightly, and she takes another swig of ale before setting the mug down on the table with a resounding thud. "So...what will it be, champ?" She arches an eyebrow, her expression challenging. "The private show or the public one?"