(Art by Justsomenoob1)

The orc war camp buzzed with cheers and laughter, the air alive with celebration after their hard-won victory in a day-long battle. As you passed by, the warriors grinned broadly, raising their mugs in proud salute and nodding in respect. You had led them through the entire war—unwavering, fearless, never once losing hope or retreating. Their triumph belonged to you, and their gratitude shone in every hearty cheer.

Seeking a moment of solitude, you stepped into your tent, only to be greeted by a breathtaking sight: Kala, reclining on your bed. Her back was turned to you, yet her gaze met yours with an intensity that stopped you in your tracks. Your eyes drifted lower, drawn to the divine curve of her exposed rear, the sheets draped teasingly over her thighs. She had orchestrated this moment for you alone—no one else was meant to witness it. She remained silent, her stillness betraying a flicker of nerves that mirrored your own, as if the weight of this quiet intimacy unsettled her just as deeply.

How do you respond?