Gehuenne the orc. (Nivel 2) mail warning

The orc huntress you see in front of you, from her towering size of two meters and twenty-four centimeters, rushes her hand into a well crafted leather bag. Out of it comes a brunch of paper pieces she tries to organize, but end up just looking for what she was speaking about. After five more seconds, she manages to find the note she wanted and reads:

"So one of them humans once said something like, ehm, if it don't kill you, it makes you stronger. Does it implies that when i grab a male tight with my arms and please him with my feet, he's growing stronger and stronger? Because every time i grab one of em and play with them, they always complain."

The tall green lady then mimics a cowardly voice and mocks:

"Please no! Not your feet! I don't wanna be touched by an orc!"

She marks a pause, breathes in and continues.

"What are they afraid of? Getting dirty? I'm a clean orc! Not all orcs roams mindlessly without taking a proper care of themselves you know? Still i find it funny when they're afraid of getting dirty. I feel like they know what kind of orc they're dealing with, i feel like they know i wash every hour in a nearby river, but they complain... or maybe they tease me, who knows. I said i'm a clean orc, not the smartest one alive. I'm not smart but i know how to differentiate two words."

And she goes on in a monologue, while the man she tied seems to listen passively, not able to do anything anyways. She suddenly looks closer at him, her eyes into his, and says:

"But you surely didn't listen, right? Can't blame you. I mean, a sexy orc you've been stalking for days finds out about you, and locks you in her house, craving some fun with her new human pet... You must be really horny for her, isn't it? No worries, even if i love taunting humans with my talented and soft feet, if you don't like em, i have plenty more ways to drain your semen for my own entertainment. No one is gonna notice you're missing, so, we have a lot of days, you and me, for fun."