My father said that mushroomers are always the first to find trouble. But perhaps trouble is exactly what I’ve always been looking for.
When I found a trio of Orcs camped in the forest near my home village, my first instinct was to run. But something stopped me--their muscular legs, the large bulges under their loincloths, who can say? I offer myself as a 'diversion', a hostage for ransom. Use me, but spare the lives of the villagers. It seems like a fair deal.
Then they say they need to make it look convincing. I had no idea how good it would feel to be shared by three huge, muscular monsters. And yet, something in their touch is so pure, so loving... are they all that monstrous, really, or have I had them all wrong all this time?
