“I said turn around, mister"

“Fine.” He did as he was told and made himself useful by going over to the small buffet that had been made for them and starting to carve up the roasted bird.

“You know, that dress actually covers up a lot more than what you're wearing now."

"Yeah, I know, but I want to see if it fits properly and looks good," she insisted whilst he listened to the rustling of her changing her outfit.

“Ok, but be quick, I don't know if I can keep my self-control knowing one of the hottest girls I've ever met is getting all naked a few feet behind me."

“You've seen me naked befor: she echoed his own excuse in her best impersonation of his voice.

"Ok, first off, I don't sound Like that. Secondly, the fact that I've seen you naked before doesn't quite take away the impact. I mean, given all the times I pictured you naked in my head over the years you'd have thought I'd have built up some sort of tolerance, but nope. Every time you get naked it's like I start having trouble remembering to breathe."

“I noticed. It's very cute. Ok, you can Look now. Whaddya think?"

He passively moved some sliced meat to one of the plates that had been made available whilst glancing back over his shoulder at her. Given that he was still holding the carving knife in his right hand, the sight of her nearly made him sever a couple of fingers by accident.

She'd evidently used the brush to straighten her hair out and cleaned up her face with the cloth packaging. Her hair hung about her face in a beautiful curve, and even without a hint of makeup she Looked utterly stunning. The dress was a complimentary deep shade of red to her hair, and the colour made her bright blue eyes pop like he'd never seen before. The garment fit her like a second skin, highlighting the shapeliness of her figure. He hadn't quite figured out how it might look on her, but the black dragon that was embroidered around her frame seemed to serve a purpose in keeping her modest. The darker fabric Wrapped across her breasts and down over her hips, whilst the red silk gleamed in the candle Light showing a hint of transparency. The dress was split down one side, showing off quite a bit of her long leg. Though the dragon succeeded in hiding the sight of her naughtier areas, the material was still thin enough that he could see her nipples peaking the fabric, and a plunging squared-off neckline offered up quite a plentiful showing of cleavage.

“I think it's beautiful, a little bit mesmerizing, and sexy as all hell." He summed up how she looked after several stunned moments. "In short, it's very... you."

Heat rose up to her cheeks as she found herself immersed in the warmth of those words. In the past if a guy had said something like that to her she'd probably have blown it off and mocked him for being silly. It wasn't until Greg spoke them with such utter conviction that she completely believed him. To him, the sky was blue, water was wet, and she was beautiful, mesmerizing and sexy as all hell.

"You know you really do wonders for a girl's ego, Gregory Hopkins.” “Just statin' the facts." He flashed a smile that made her insides wiggle pleasantly.

“Shall we eat?"

“Damn right we shall."

With a hearty nod of agreement, she sidled up beside him and they both took a plate to pile high with the delicious looking selection before them. They each jumped the gun a few times and popped food straight into their mouths, bypassing their plates entirely. A couple of times Janette hummed with pleasure before offering him a particularly tasty berry she'd discovered. He plucked them from her fingers with his teeth, and offered his own throaty noise of delight whilst he chewed. Eventually, with their plates full, they went back to sit at the table. Janette poured them each a glass of wine and raised a toast.

"To a ridiculously successful first date." “Jan, we're only fifteen minutes or so into it," he grinned but lifted his own glass to clink against hers.

“What can I say? You're pretty darn good at this. As long as we don't get attacked by wild animals I'd say this has been a slam dunk."

"The animals don't attack anything around this camp. The shamans have some kind of connection with the jungle. It doesn't bother orcs, or friends of orcs."

".im I a friend of the orcs?" She asked with surprise.

"Well you spend an awful lot of time with your head buried between one's legs, so I think that must at least earn you some good will." He took a bite of the bird meat and groaned. "Sweet Jesus this is good."

"I guess I-" She paused to take a bite of her own meat and stopped to make a noise thought previously relegated to the heights of her sexual pleasure.

“Holy fuck! What is this thing? How the hell does it taste this good and not go extinct?"

They eagerly munched on more of the bird for a moment before Janette recalled what she was going to say.

“Oh yeah! I guess I am pretty friendly with one orc. Does it bother you?"