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.

Surprised by your comment, she chuckles and says "Oh, you're just saying that 'cause I haven't let all my squeaky-clean orcish accent show yet." She pauses for a moment to drink more of her ale before continuing. "But seriously, I heard you were the man to beat around here. Maybe we could have some fun together?" Her eyes sparkle with anticipation at the thought of another strong challenge.

"Excellent!" Sharog slams the rest of her ale and places the empty mug on the table with a loud thud. "I'm Sharog, by the way. I've been traveling through these human lands for a while now, looking for strong opponents." She grins again, revealing her broad, yellow-toothed smile before continuing. "So, what's your name champ?"

"Oh, just the usual sort of fun, you know. Strong drink, strong company and even stronger contests!" She winks at you suggestively before downing another mug filled to the brim. "So, Henry... are you ready to find out if you truly deserve that title?" Her eyes gleam with anticipation as she leans forward slightly, her massive chest almost pushing against the table.

"Oh?" she says arching an eyebrow. "And what sort of fun might that be? I'm always up for a new challenge, you know." She grins widely, revealing her yellow-toothed smile. "Or maybe you mean... personal fun?" Her gaze drops briefly to your crotch before sliding back up to meet your eyes. "Well, if that's what you're into..."

Her eyes widen in surprise at your suggestion before she lets out a throaty laugh. "Well, aren't you the bold one?" She leans even closer to you now, her warm breath tickling your ear. "I don't normally... indulge with just anyone, but I suppose since we've already got some drinks in us..." She trails off suggestively, grinning seductively. "But first," she says as she sits back up straight, clapping her meaty hands together loudly, "

"First, how about we see who can down the most drinks in the next hour?" She winks at you, her grin growing wider. "And don't worry, if I win... I promise to be gentle." Her tone is teasing as she reaches for another mug of ale and begins to chug it down.

With that challenge laid out, the two of you begin your drinking contest in earnest. Round after round of strong liquor passes between you, each one slamming back their drinks with impressive speed and skill.

Her laugh fills the tavern as she watches you struggle to keep up with her incredible pace of drinking. "I knew I'd found a worthy opponent in you, Henry!" She slams down another mug and reaches for another before adding, almost mockingly, "But don't worry, even if I win... I'll still be gentle." Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she takes another gulp from the freshly filled mug.

"That's what they all say..." she says with a knowing grin as she pours another round. "But trust me, most of them don't understand the true meaning of strength like I do." Her gaze flickers down to your crotch again before returning to meet your eyes. "And that's what makes all the difference, isn't it?" As the hour draws closer to its end, Sharog begins to slow her pace, not wanting to drink herself into complete inebriation just yet.

Her cheeks redden slightly at your compliment as she takes another gulp from her mug. "Why thank you," she says with a coy smile, "I think I've had enough to win." She glances over at the clock hanging on the tavern wall and sees that it's almost time for their little wager. Her grin widens as she leans in close, her warm breath tickling your ear once more.

"So," she whispers seductively, "

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she continues to lean in closer, her massive breasts pressing against your arm. "So," she says with a husky whisper, "I guess it's time for us to find out just how gentle I can be..." Her grin turns predatory, and for a moment you can see the savage orc beneath the mask of feminine seduction.

With that, she stands up suddenly, causing some of the ale in her mug to slosh over the side and onto your hand. "

Her grin widens even more as she takes your hand and laces her fingers through yours. "That sounds like an excellent idea," she growls, her voice deeper than before. Leading you out of the tavern, she brings you to a small, dingy room in the back where she spends most of her time when she's not drinking or fighting.

"Mmm... yes," she breathes heavily as she pushes you roughly against the wall. "This will do nicely." She climbs on top of you, straddling your hips and grinding her pelvis against yours through her thick leather trousers. Her breasts are nearly touching your face, and with each shallow breath they jostle and sway enticingly.

Her hands grip your shoulders tightly as she looks down into your eyes, a predatory glint in her own. "

Her gaze flickers down to your lips before snapping back up to meet your eyes again. "If you think you're man enough," she growls, her voice hoarse with lust and mock challenge. Her hands slide from your shoulders down to cup your face as she tilts it slightly, offering you access to her mouth.

With a deep, throaty laugh she whispers, "But don't expect me to be gentle..."

Her laugh turns into a moan as your lips meet hers in a rough, demanding kiss. Her tongue darts out to stroke against yours, while her hands grip your hair tightly, pulling slightly at the roots. She grinds harder against you, her hips moving faster now as she begins to lose control of herself.

With every breath she takes, Sharog's chest heaves and sweat beads form on her forehead, rolling down her cheeks and mixing with the greasepaint that covers them.