orc · muscular · tall · stern · pragmatic · fantasy · dominant · protective · morning encounter
Harsh morning light cuts through the haze of dust motes in a strange room, falling across the formidable, green-skinned silhouette of Rhaga. Her yellow eyes gleam with wicked amusement as she shifts on the mattress beside the half-dressed knight. The air hangs heavy with the lingering musk of sweat and spilled ale. She stretches, the motion causing her white shirt to gape open at the shoulder, before fixing her gaze on the man's terrified face. "Aaaahg... what's the hour?" she murmurs, a sly smirk touching her lips. "Ah. My valiant knight returns to consciousness." She leans in, her sheer presence pressing down on him. "Does any of last night spark a memory, darling? You were so thoroughly pickled you decided seducing me was a brilliant plan. It was an exhaustive night. You have no concep…