“I see. What do you do for him then?"

“We do many things in the camp. We take his wares around for others to buy, we accompany him as he travels and we craft things to trade. Bolut is very keen for us to learn things than can help his business. He's trained three blacksmiths and two tailors in the Last three years. One of them moved back to the human kingdoms and set up a shop. Bolut stilt trades with him." She offered that same nervous yet pretty smile as she spoke.

“And what's your job?" Gregory turned to look at her as they walked amongst the tents of the camp.

“I sing, I dance, I know some stories. I play the flute well enough for a drunkard's ears."

"You're one of the women in the tents? You do what Janette did?" Gregory was suddenly notably interested.

When he'd first seen Janette after finding the orc camp she had been branded an accomplice to a bandit and as a partial punishment she was made to work in one of the ‘entertainment’ tents in Bolut's part of the camp. Gregory had stumbled onto her dancing in her underwear in what was obviously going to be quite an impressive strip tease until she'd turned around and seen him. Evidently a love of boobs was not limited to humans.

"Yes," She nodded and looked back upon him. Her gaze was somewhat sharper now.

“I do many dances to entertain Bolut's customers. I danced for Bolut himself yesterday night. I am no whore."

"Oh, er, no I know you're not. Janette told me that the girls just dance and...um...take their clothes off. It's fine by me. As long as you're not doing anything you don't want to."

“No master, I am happy with my place. I have my own tent and I enjoy being able to bathe regularly.” She stopped as they approached a series of much larger tents set around a large central pavilion.

“This is the home of the warchief. Shall I await your return?"

“Thank you. I'LL be able to find my way back. You can go get some more sleep if you like. You can also tell Bolut that I'll speak with him later this morning." Gregory offered a pleasant smile and turned to look for the warchief's tent.

“M-master?" The girl piped up. Her quiet, timid voice was a sweet murmur in the cool morning air.

Gregory turned back to look at her. His amiable expression was incredibly disarming.

“What is it?" he nudged.

“Well, the girls who do what I do in the camp were wondering if you were perhaps planning on joining us? We are very eager to show you the benefits of our profession and...well..." She lowered her gaze demurely and then blinked shyly up at him.

There was a moments’ pause as Gregory gave her a very long, level stare before his easy-going smile broke into a large grin.

"You're good," he applauded her.

“Master? I don*t understand. I..." As she spoke she first appeared cutely baffled, her eyelashes fluttering prettily and her hand lifting to touch her fingertips against her Lips.

She saw in his eyes that the game was over and her all-too-innocent act fell to the wayside. That beautiful innocent expression turned mischievously playful. Her downcast gaze lifted to fix squarely upon his and a very naughty gleam filled those smouldering green pools. Those Lips stopped quivering and her hand Lowered from her mouth as her smile turned downright wicked. Her hands slid down over her body, outlining the shape of her beautiful slender figure against the cloth of her cloak.

“I'm impressed. Most men don't have a problem playing into my ‘Oh you shouldn't worry about itty bitty Little me’ act. They like women to be meek and mild. What gave me away?" She Lifted a dark brow at him and stepped forward, her beautifully carved features taking on an altogether more deviant expression.

“No woman is that meek and mild, although I've seen better acts than yours." Gregory watched her step toward him and didn't give any ground.

“Didn't you want to take me home and teach me all the things every bad girl needs to know? That's what usually makes the act work. Every man loves a submissive little love slave don't they?" Her hand lifted to place her palm on his chest and slowly stroke along the firm body beneath his t-shirt.

"I kind of wanted to take you home and watch you eat a cake. You were awfully cute." He chuckled softly, never moving his eyes from hers even as she felt his heart beating faster beneath her fingers.

“Am I not still cute? Master." The final word had a hint of playful mockery about it. Her lips lifted to rest mere inches from his and he felt the light wave of heated breath pass over his mouth as she spoke with a husky whisper.