Rather than wearing anything over her breasts, Lydia instead had donned a purple silk shawl across her shoulders, the ends of which she held in her hands. As she moved her arms in the dance, her heavy breasts danced in and out of view. A simple long skirt was worn over her hips, and its thin fabric moulded to her Legs Like a second skin with two gaps along the sides revealing quite a bit of bare thigh.

“Etriss," Nullik continued, “who was herself a servant of the evil queen, DeLnira!"

The beating of the drums built up and a crash of a symbol sounded as one of the cloaked figures hopped up onto the other end of the long row of tables. Soon, their cloak was discarded and everyone focused their attention on the newcomer.

Talina made quite the sexy evil queen. A long black cape was Lined with crimson fabric, and beneath it a series of thin black leather strips were Linked together with silver rings across Talina's slender body. If

Janette's attire was bordering on indecent, this was openly scandalous.

There wasn't any real cover for her breasts except a mesh of thin netting that struggled to hide the darker skin of Talina's nipples beneath the fabric. The netting was only arranged between select strips of what she was wearing, leaving her largely naked before everyone's eyes. As the darkening of her nipples could be glimpsed, so could the darker pink folds of flesh at the apex of her thighs.

At the sight of her, the music was joined by the sound of quite a few orcs dropping their drinks onto the table. She gave them a wicked grin that broadened into a full-fledged cackle of laughter whilst she swished her cape about her in a smooth spin that kept her body from view. Her movements continued to tease wickedly as she swished the material across her body, never quite showing the full effect of the barely-there outfit she wore underneath.

After a suitable amount of wicked swishing, she fell into a still pose and Janette stood upright until they faced each other across the hall.

“But Lerana was not to be discarded to the wilds so easily!" Nullik lifted his hands, and the music began.

The beat became Less foreboding, and more inspiring to be joined by the sound of some sort of horn that lifted up the spirits of the room.

Janette sprang up onto the end of one of the rows of tables, much to the delight of the orcs sitting there.

"She found a place here, amongst good and honourable orcs!" Nullik said.

This made Janette do a graceful little twirl before bending over to plant a playful kiss atop the bald head of a particularly enthusiastic fan of hers who had put a sizable dent in the table in cheering her on.

Behind them, two male orcs and a female all seemed to get particularly wide-eyed and dry-mouthed as they were greeted with the sight of

Janette bent over and her delectable round ass being practically bared openly in front of them.

"In time, she became a true friend to us and succeeded in becoming a close ally of one of the greatest warriors of the age. Relstin Draga!"

As Janette turned and bent over the other way, the orc who she had kissed almost fell out of his seat as she parted her legs slightly to give him a perfect view up the Long stems toward the bared rear cheeks atop them. Only a thin triangle of fabric was keeping her remotely decent, and it was struggling considerably at the task. She kissed another orc; this time the female she'd clearly caught the interest of, directly upon her Lips.

Gregory watched the display from his chair and felt a twinge of jealousy almost immediately be consumed by a spiralling inferno of Lust for his lover.

As Janette straightened back up again, she found herself facing another dancer who had joined her. Frelki had slipped amongst the crowd and seemed to be playing the role of Relstin Draga. Though he wasn't familiar with the name, Gregory assumed she was quite renowned amongst the orcs given the roars of applause her appearance made. Then again, it might have had something to do with Frelki having discarded her traditional clothes for something more classically barbaric. A few torn strips of fur sufficed to rest across her breasts, and her hips.

Gregory guessed that the story must have taken place quite far in the past, for though the orcs had a rudimentary lifestyle, they weren't simply limited to fur clothing. Though Algra had been when he'd first met her, they usually opted for leather or more practically armoured appearances. Although to call what Frelki was wearing “clothing” might have been too generous a term. There still wasn't enough material to cover the gentle curves of her small breasts and her long legs were utterly bare, along with quite a bit of the lower hemispheres of her ass. The fur around her hips appeared tied tightly between her legs, and that tightness clung against her body beautifully as she moved toward Janette.