[INTERACTIVE] Kalka, after her Debut

"You've got to be kidding me."

Her green skin was covered in glistening sweat and gritty sand. Her face was a deep, dark green as she realized that her entire body had been on display for the arena. Her panties, the last surviving garment from the Sapphire mage's assault, were held loosely in front of her privates so as not to stain them with the results of her victory, and her arm pressed tightly against heavy breasts. And, Kalka saw what had been left for her to wear on her way out of the arena, her brows were furrowed in a frown.

She looked over her shoulder at the guard that had let her in. The woman slowly let her eyes travel up from the orc's bare backside, only scant minutes ago visible for all on the arena's viewing sphere.

"Where's the replacement for my armor?" Kalka asked, turning.

The guard let a small smile tug at her lips, before she slipped back into a professional stoicism. "It's there in front of you, ma'am."

Kalka looked back and forth between the guard and her scant offerings. Her eye twitched- she was getting angry, but attacking the guard would get her thrown right back out into the arena, and at a severe disadvantage this time. "This is it?" she snarled.

The guard shrugged, a little more of the smile creeping- and staying- on her face. "With all due respect, you're lucky to get this. I've seen newbie's get sent out with less, especially when they're brought in on criminal charges. Be happy they liked the show enough to give you a rag to clean up with..."

Kalka's eyes widened for a moment, turning a frustrated shout into a harsh snort. Turning back to the bench in front of her, she was less than happy with what she had to work with, rag aside. In addition to the panties clutched in her hands, the Arena had given Kalka...

What did the Arena give Kalka to wear as she left?

((So yeah, I wanted to try something a little different with this. The idea is that this lets me participate on the board with something that doesn't hold people up with my tight schedule. Leave a suggestion in response to a question on my post, and depending on a few things- whether I like the idea, whether other posters reply saying they like the idea, whether I can make the idea work, etc- I'll use or at least try to incorporate it into my next post. So yeah, for this first post, reply with what you think might be embarrassing for a large, bulky lady like Kalka to try and fit herself into.))

((sounds fun! possibilities include...
a pleated miniskirt? and or a schoolgirl-esque top that she has to tie in the front..?
Anything pink and girly, really...
also, less conventional things that only barely qualify as clothes or that must be heavily improvised, e.g. an old, tattered banner or something she has to wrap around herself for a makeshift dress, or maybe something as ridiculous as a pair of cups and a string that she has to make into a bra..!
thoughts?))

The tattered banner looked like it had spent longer in the arena that she had. She'd seen ones like it hanging outside, though they looked a lot better off. This one had been torn down- literally, it looked like, for as short as it was and as frayed as the sides of it were. A once bright red had been bleached into a light pink under the sun, and there was only the faint outline of the kingdom's emblem embossed across the middle. It's old, it's ragged, it's not as thin as it could be though its not great, and it definitely doesn't look big enough to fit comfortably. Still, Kalka knows it's all she's getting, so she grits her teeth, swallows her pride, and figures she'll just deal with it.

Kalka picks up the washrag that had been left alongside the banner, placing her panties down for a moment. A hand moved to start cleaning up, before Kalka looked back over at the guard.

"...you mind?" Kalka said, gesturing first to the guard, then to the door.

"No, go ahead." The guard didn't bother to hide her grin this time, leaving Kalka grumbling as she started getting dressed, there being little point in hiding her ass from the guard at this point. She wiped herself down between her legs as best she could with a dry cloth, and growled to herself as the guard let out a low whistle while she pulled up her panties. They were tight going into the arena, and the sweat on her skin was making it stick and stop as she bounced and struggled, trying to squeeze herself into them.

Gotta get a new pair, Kalka thought. She didn't usually have the money for it, definitely not right now, but what she wouldn't give for a custom-fit pair instead of re-stitched skivvies meant for scrawnier builds.

Then it came down to the banner. If she held it one way, it came down to about her knees, but it barely reached under her arms, let alone being able to cover her backside. The alternative, her only real option, was to wrap it around herself horizontally. The cloth almost made it all the way around her, if only barely. She tied it under her left arm, leaving a bounty of green cleavage on display. It wasn't quite long enough to tuck itself in all the way either, leaving a slit hanging open down her side, revealing her long, green flank with the thin white band of her underwear. The material wasn't rough, which was a blessing, but it only just covered her in the front, if she stood still. She couldn't even tug in down in back for fear of undoing the knot, despite the bottom of each butt cheek clearly hanging out.

All in all, the big sweaty orc, fresh out of a battle, looked like a big sweaty orc in a pink towel, fresh out of the baths. She was happy to have her boots at least- the floor and ground wouldn't prick her feet as she left the arena, guards bidding her goodbye.

So there she was. Big, green, and tired, wearing nothing but a small, pink towel. A drink would be nice, though wrecking the tavern is what got her in the arena in the first place. Of course, with her lack of attire and empty coin purse, finding some sort of work should probably take priority. Never mind her lack of energy and the idea of doing manual labor in just the banner.

Despite her win, Kalka was looking at slim options for what came next. What should Kalka do next? Or does something happen to her as she heads into the city?

((Kalka picks up an odd job doing something vaguely lascivious... Like, medieval car wash, essentially. Of course whoever it is insists that the job be done then and there in her current state of dress. Other odd jobs include "hey, I just saw you fight. Nice moves, how about a quick training session?" Or, a really embarrassing job she'd never take but the money's too good given her current financial status like "hey, we're down a person (or business is bad), come wait tables dressed like that and I'll give you X gold coins."))

((Hmm. As it is, I'm leaning more towards her having to go back to the tavern she wrecked up (reparations being covered by the city after Kalka's match) and working up some money as a barmaid. That being said, if you have any more specific ideas as to what would be akin to a "medieval car wash" I'd be open to hearing those.))

((Oh, lol, I guess it would be bathing horses or something, haha... Working the tavern sounds good as long as it's in compromising attire tho hehhe)

Kalka was used to getting stared at as she walked through a town, but not quite like this. She was a big lady, and orcs weren't a common sight. Combine that with her scowl, and she was an intimidating sight that people couldn't quite meet the eyes of. Now, people still weren't looking her in the eyes, but it was less out of fear and more out of having other things to look at. Kalka kept one hand on the banner's knot, not trusting it under the weight of her otherwise unsupported chest. As people went past her, she could feel their gazes traveling down and around, from a glimpse of green cleavage to a peek of her cheeks under the hem of pink cloth.

For a while, Kalka just wandered around town. She knew where to find work most days, but she couldn't do her usual sort of mercenary, labor-intensive work as she was... So, not really sure what to do, she followed her feet through the town, which took her to the Ripped Bodice tavern.

Kalka grimaced; a drink might have been nice, but she hardly had the money to pay for it. Especially since wrecking up the tavern in the first place is what got her thrown in the Arena. Not to mention that she wasn't eager to walk into a room of boozed up patrons in her banner, so, even as she took a few fleeting steps towards the door, she suddenly sighed and turned away. She'd gotten a few feet away when the door swung open, and she heard a whistle.

"Didn't expect to see you 'round here so soon," said the barmaid. Kalka could vaguely remember the woman from the last time she'd been there, but not exactly why. "Just got back a while ago from the arena; tell you the truth, I'm almost glad you busted this place up if it meant we got to see that show." ...but the woman seemed to remember a lot more of Kalka than she liked. "Tell you what, you promise not to break anything more, and we'll let you back in for a round or two."

"Yeah, no can do." Kalka grumbled. "Don't really have the coin..."

"...or else you'd be wearing something else by now, eh? I getcha." The barmaid seemed to mull something over for a minute. "Well, offer still stands, and I'll do you one better: you need the coin, we'll let you work for it."

Kalka wasn't really thrilled with the offer, but this was the first person to actually talk to her (aside from a few catcalls and back-handed complements about her match) since she'd left the Arena. She'd be going in underdressed, but if she came out with enough money to buy herself something more, maybe she could stick it out. Kalka exhaled sharply, before nodding to the woman.

"Alright then! Come on in!" The barmaid smiled wide as she lead Kalka in, feeling a tavern full of surprised eyes leering at her scantily clad body.

What job is Kalka given first? Serving, cleaning, or something else?

((Starts with serving, someone spills something in such a manner that it looks like Kalka's fault, then she has to do some floor scrubbing... That's my first impulse answer.))

The promise of pay is what kept Kalka from storming out the door as the barmaid prattled on, preparing a tray of drinks for her to carry around. The threat of being sent immediately back into the Arena is what kept her from kept her from slugging the patrons as they didn't even bother to whisper behind her.

"Damn, orcs grow big, don't they?"
"Yeah, she must be able to lift a ton."
"No, not her muscles! I mean... yeah, those too, but that's not what I'm looking at."

"Don't know why she bothered covering back up after her show in the arena...."
"Oh, what, you were there? What happened, I thought she won?"

"What's she doing here? Didn't she tear this place apart the other night?"
"I heard the barmaid say something about gold. Dressed like that, she probably needs the money."
"Oh. Huh. Think she'd lose the dress if I paid enough?"
"I mean, she'd probably beat the hell out of you if you saw her later. But I'll chip in if you want to make the offer."

It was getting really difficult not to get angry. As it was, her knuckles turned white as she gripped the tray she was handed, the four glass mugs on it fresh from the tap.

"Alright!" the barmaid said. Kalka realized that the woman's low cut blouse was still showing less cleavage than her tube top dress. "You just go on out there and bring some drinks over to that table over there." She pointed to a table against the opposite wall. "Go on!"

Kalka turned slowly, grimacing as she trudged across the bar (which, she noticed, was getting more crowded). The eyes that followed each slight bounce of her tits, the whistles and laughs; at one point, someone shot a hand out as she passed and lifted up the back of her dress, flashing her big green butt to the entire bar. She turned and snarled, and though they recoiled she couldn't wiped the grins off of the patrons' faces, and a reproachful look from her employer kept her from reacting any further. With a sharp exhale, Kalka smoothed her dress down and turned back to her task.

The table in front of her sat 4 adventurers, a man and a woman on one side, and two women on the other.

"Ooh, hello," said the woman closest to her on the right, a tan woman with a bit of muscle tone. "How'd a place like this land a server like you." Kalka could smell mead on her breath, and saw her cheeks were rosy, so she didn't bother responding, instead just placing drinks in front of them.

"Didn't you hear?" asked the woman on her left, hood of her cloak down to show her sharp features and short red hair "she was in the arena! Looks like she came out of it a little worse for wear, too..."

"Aw, don't say that," said the first woman, slurring as Kalka reached over with her drink, "She looks just fine to me!" Kalka jumped and snarled as the drunken woman reached out to one of the bumps poking through at Kalka's chest level, and gave it a sharp tweak. The glass handle shattered in Kalka's hand, and the falling mug bounced off the lip of the table to douse both the floor and the lower front of Kalka's dress. Kalka gripped the wrist of the offending adventurer, but before she could bring her other hand back in a fist, a smaller hand gripped it and held it in place.

"What's all this?" The barmaid asked, having rushed over at the sound of broken glass.

"Nothing, nothing," the redhead said. "My friend here got a little handsy and your wench here spilled her drinks."

The barmaid pursed her lips, looking back and forth between the table and Kalka, was looking away trying not to lose any more of her cool. "Well, alright. We'll keep our hands to ourselves then?" she said, halfheartedly. She had to rebuff them somewhat, but she knew which tavern she was in, after all. Sure enough the others at the table all nodded vigorously... with a few pairs of fingers crossed behind their backs.

"As for you," the barmaid said, turning back to Kalka, "if your hands are all fine, you can take this," she handed Kalka a rag, "and clean up the mess you made."

Kalka was left holding the rag, glaring at the adventurer and looking reluctantly down at the puddle of booze below. Slowly, she got down on her hands and knees to scrub the liquid out of the grain floor... letting the banner lift up in the back, mooning the eagerly watching audience behind her.

Just hang in it for the money, Kalka thought, just do it until you've got the money...

What happens next?

Ideas:
-The adventurers spill their drinks on Kalka while she's below their table.
-Kalka needs to lug some kegs out from the backroom, leaving her hands full.
-A drinking contest starts up, and Kalka if Kalka wins she can get the betting pot. But without gold, there's only so much she can bet...

((This is heating up nicely! I look forward to reading this fully later and contributing. I'll let you know my idea for how it should proceed, but... Is this thread open to the occasional chiming in? That is, if one of us wants to add a handsy patron, or some colorful commentary, would you be okay with that?))

((Yeah, that'd be fine. This thread was mostly so I could have something to contribute to without feeling like my own schedule was holding people up from participating themselves. So if people want to add stuff in between my own posts that's fine by me.))

There were all sorts of hazards that came with living in Enferia. Working in Enferia's capital, even more so. Working in a tavern that catered to arena regulars in something as skimpy as Kalka's attire was really hazardous.

Kalka didn't suppose, at the time, that she'd ever find out who had the guts to do it, but a delicate, groping hand cupped one of her ass cheeks and gave it a loving squeeze. The curious thing, she might realize later, was that no one seemed to shout out or laugh at such a bold move or prank. Kalka's first instinct was an unfortunate one -- when she shot up straight to turn and see who had just grabbed her butt, the back of her head hit the nearby table with a "thud." It was more embarrassing than painful, especially when a drink that was perilously positioned at the end of the table bounced just enough to fall off the side and splash right onto Kalka's back. The orc found herself dripping, very suddenly, with cool, foamy liquid that made the banner cling to her from behind, the top of it sticking to her large green buttocks (the parts it could reach low enough to cover at least). She even felt some of the ale dripping between her cheeks and dripping further down, making her shiver slightly.

((how was that..?))

((That's just fine, I can definitely do something with that.))

By the time Kalka was finished sopping up the booze on the floor, she didn't bother trying to use the same washrag to dry herself. If anything, it would have just added a fresh layer of booze to her skin and clothes, making them stickier than they already were. No, she was about ready to get up and stop flashing the bar her backside, especially if people were starting to get grabby. Money or not, she was going to find whoever decided to get a handful when all was said and done. Climbing to her feet, it took Kalka a minute to understand why people were whistling at her still- with a flush, she realized her banner, sticky with ale, had clung to the small of her back as she got up, and she quickly dragged the hem back down to cover her ass. She fumed as she walked back to the bar, and the clinging sensation of the spilled alcohol seeping into her panties didn't help either.

The bartender grinned as Kalka came back, not showing any notice or concern over the stains now adorning her outfit. "Now that the mess's all cleaned up, I've got the perfect job for you." The barmaid ushered Kalka over to a door, and taking a moment to unlock it, Kalka could see through the doorway into a dim back room, crammed full of kegs. "We're running low at the bar, so someone's got to bring a couple of fresh kegs out," the barmaid said, patting Kalka's bicep. "Usually takes me a few trips, and it's slow going at that, but I bet you could take care of it no problem!" A shout sounded from one of the tables, and the bartender looked back, before hurrying away. "Move along, then!" she said to Kalka, giving a thumbs up before going back to dealing with the customers.

As uncomfortable as everything else had been, Kalka found her new task a welcome change of pace. Sure, it was manual labor; but it played to her strengths, and came more naturally to her than say, trying to force a calm expression while serving drinks. She strolled over to the indicated barrels and, securing the knot of her dress beforehand, crouched down to grab first one, then another barrel, and stood, hefting each of them on a shoulder with ease. It took her until she got back out of the doorway to realize that anything was wrong.

See, her underwear, which had been stifling and clingy with sweat and spilled drink, had finally given up to gravity, and was slowly but surely drooping lower and lower between her legs. It was just at the hem of the banner now, still hidden by it but not providing any cover to her privates should the banner shift too much. From a satisfied stride in a moment of respite to a worried shuffling, Kalka looked around desperately for a place to put the kegs down, and found only her employer rushing over to her.

"See?" she said, "I knew you'd handle it no problem. But hurry up now, it's a busy night, and people are getting impatient." Seemingly- Kalka thought she saw a glint in her eyes- seemingly unaware of Kalka's predicament, the barmaid grabbed the edge of Kalka's dress to hurry her along with a gentle tug. To Kalka, she may have as well been dragging her in an arm lock, as she found herself anxiously trying to hurry along with the woman, lest the pink curtain be pulled away to reveal a dark green patch of hair.

"Alright, let me see here..." The barmaid got to work pulling the old empty barrels out of their place, painfully slowly for the orcish woman behind her. Kalka could feel her draws slipping lower and lower, giving less coverage and becoming more visible with each passing moment, but the most she could do was close her legs tight and hope that the woman let her put the kegs down before half of her clothing items were around her ankles...

Kalka was perhaps getting... unlucky, a lot, today. When the barmaid began pulling the first barrel out of place, she shrieked quietly as a large rat that had been hiding behind it reared up and hissed ferociously. It was just a normal rat, but it looked like it had lived a long time by being a mean sonofabitch. The barmaid set the keg back in place quickly, backing away a few feet and nearly bumping into Kalka.

While this distraction was occurring in front of her, whoever had the audacity to grab her ass before was at their tricks again. The orc would barely feel the deft hand reach around her front, not in time at least, and when she glanced down her heart jumped briefly. The front part of the banner had been tucked in above her navel, revealing her fit abdomen and thick, dark green bush. Whoever was messing with Kalka didn't touch her panties at all, though. They sat heavily around her hips...

A scream welled up in Kalka's throat, though she managed to keep it down. While the barmaid was busy shouting about one little ball of hate and fur, those shame shouts were drawing people's attention to the furry patch between the legs of an increasingly hate-filled orc. She didn't even know how the banner got like this, rolled up to above her stomach, but she saw one patron get another's attention as they looked at her, then another, then another table looked as they heard people getting excited, and so on. And the whole while, the weight of her panties felt heavier and heavier, more so than even the kegs on her shoulders.

Another shrill shout from the barmaid and a scramble to get behind Kalka told her the rat was still making problems. Apparently angry at being disturbed, it was chasing the barmaid hissing and spitting.

"Oh, come on!" Kalka shouted, "just kick it away!" The barmaid couldn't give Kalka an intelligible reply- and so she and the rodent raced around Kalka in a circle, bumping and jostling her and drawing laughs from the crowd. Kalka felt something welling up inside her. A fiery anger, fed by embarrassment and indignation, and considering the barmaid was her meal ticket right now, she had one thing to focus it on- the rat.

A heavy stomp against the wood floor in front of it caused the rat to jump back, barmaid temporarily forgotten, and the forward at another stomp behind it, then another, and another. The vermin looked up at the green figure towering above it, before it had to dodge another boot bearing down on it. Kalka stomped and stomped, not caring about the strenuous activity's affect on her outfit or the show she was giving the bar as she took out her frustrations on the only available target.

Finally, she managed to catch the things tail. She raised her left leg up high and brought it down, trapping the rat as it's pink, whiplike tail was caught under her sole. She dragged it back a bit, and the rat only had time to look up as it's tail was released, before Kalka's right foot slammed into it's side. And, all at once, Kalka felt incredible catharsis and a renewed sense of dread and embarrassment.

She was happy because she'd hit the rat dead on, knocking it across the floor into the side of the bar. It slowly got up, dazed, before scurrying away somewhere, afraid, leaving the barmaid to calm down.

What she wasn't happy about was what else came loose in the kick. In her stomping frenzy Kalka had given the tavern quite a show, flexing her thick, bare thighs and legs with every attempt on the rat. The show got better as it went on- without her legs pressed together to keep them up, her weighted underwear fell further and further as she strained, and the bar let out a cheer as the full dark green bush came into view. With the stomp that caught the rat's tail, she managed to lift her left leg out of them entirely as the fell to the floor, and with her last kick, she launched the heavy garment over the bar and off her legs entirely. The bar cheered as if they had just seen a game-winning kick, and the red faded fast from Kalka's eyes as she saw the garment disappear near some smoky table in the back of the room.

Her face burned dark green, and she quickly turned with her back to the tavern, facing the barmaid.

"Ooh, that was... woof," the barmaid said as she caught her breath. "Glad that you--oh!" The barmaid finally looked up, and was treated to a full view of Kalka's bare crotch. "Looks like you've had a bit of trouble, huh? When did--"

"Please," Kalka interrupted, "please just get the kegs out of the way."

"Oh, right! Right," blushing, and with a bit of a smirk, the barmaid quickly (as quick as she could) got over to remove the empty kegs from their now rat-free positions. She even smoothed down the front of Kalka's banner when she was finished, though her rush job left a bit of dark green peeking out from the bottom. Kalka quickly slotted the barrels into their place, giving those seated at the bar a view down her cleavage, before retreating into the back room, shame burning at her cheeks.

She was choking back curses and holding back punches when the barmaid peeked in. "Hey," she said, "figured you could use a bit of this. Don't take too long with your break now, but... have one on the house." The barmaid handed Kalka a glass mug of mead before retreating back to work. Kalka sniffed it slowly, before starting to take great big gulps of it. She couldn't take much more of this, but the drink was helping her. She'd leave soon; she'd demand what ever money she'd earned so far and then book it to a seamstress or something, if any were open this late. Just, after she finished her drink...

((!!!!...   I don't have any ideas for this next part.  That last post sure was entertaining, though... Unless, someone's drugged Kalka to encourage her to have a bit more fun? lol.  She could just get a little rowdy after a drink or two.  Perhaps she's persuaded by a wealthy patron to dance on the bar for a healthy amount of coin?  (if this particular story was winding to a close, or if you wanted  to do a sort of 'alternate timeline' for playability, you could always have Kalka be sent into Christie's little parlor (see the adjacent "winter festival" thread) for 'entertainment' purposes.)  Dunno, PM me perhaps!))

((Well, I had some ideas- another drink or two loosening Kalka up, Kalka needing to go and deliver another round- at which point, her dress might start to go too, though with the drinks in her, she might react differently. Plus, I had the idea that she might go looking for her underwear, meaning maybe she ends up crawling on the floor again. I don't know! I'm sure I'll get something.

The winter festival thread it good- I'm definitely keeping up with it, and I appreciate the nods Myds has been throwing this way- though it seems a bit crowded at the moment, and Kalka would be at a pretty heavy handicap when it comes to any sort of stripping game right now. I wouldn't mind throwing something in though- I did have a Christmas-y idea of Kalka done up in tinsel and ornaments like a big green Christmas tree...

If I did go into the winter festival thread though, I'd like it if this thread could stay on it's own, seperate course, and come to its own end, even if Kalka's involvement in the other splits from this one.

Either way, I'll try to get something written up here to where you can jump in again, because it definitely seemed like you had something in mind with the mysterious figure in your posts.))

((Hey thanks for noticing. I had an idea that would liven this up even more (I'm enjoying itas it already is, though) and take it to a slightly more violent spot that will probably end up in the arena...but I don't want to messwith the mood without permission. I have a new char with a vendetta against orcs...and armor that just might fit her....))

((Feel free to just say no if you think it's a bad idea; it won't hurt my feelings. ))

((Oh, no, sorry. A combination of needing a break from writing and some technical issues kept me mostly off the forum for a while, but like I said before, people are free to chime in as they want. If you have something you want to throw in, thats fine, and I'm all for livening up the story, but if things get violent let's try to keep things light in tone still, right? Not too too dark at least. Other than that, feel free to make a post with your character, unless you want me to write somethign about Kalka walking back out to the main barroom first?))

Kalka heard shouting from the next room.  "Who let an orc in here?  And that's more than a halfbreed!  Do you know what orcs _do_ to people?"  "Please, calm down," came one of the waitresses' voices, "and, er, sit down."

Kalka looked out into the main room to see what the commotion was, but a large, very drunk warrior woman dressed in field plate, was making her way toward her.  "There she is!  Come on, let's get her!" she urged the crowd to her side.  Unfortunately for her, most in the tavern either didn't feel the same way or were afraid of taking on the muscular woman, so she looked left and right, and saw that she was alone in this.  The other patrons merely watched to see what would happen next.  Undaunted, she continued to advance.  

That's when a sopping wet piece of cloth hit the side of her face with a slopping sound.  She looked down at the cloth now hanging ignominiously from her pauldron.  "Ewww. Panties?  Who threw that?"  She reached over and found a stray green hair stuck to the gusset of them.  "Orc panties.  I'm gonna get you, orc."  The unseen assailant who tossed them must have been in a different part of the room than Kalka, but Hillevi was filled with rage and alcohol, and was either unable  to come to that conclusion, or found it easier to blame the object of her current rage.  The panties dropped to the ground as she advanced toward the three-quarters orc.  

Inebriated as she was, Hillevi slipped on the panties and fell to her backside, reaching back to rub it before attempting to get to her feet.  "Ninia-aaane?" called a nearby waitress in a sing-songy voice, "I thiiiink weee neeeed you!"

There was no immediate response.

"Oh brother..." Kalka glanced at the bardmaid from around the doorframe, who met her with a shrug. She wasn't too keen on the idea of fighting someone dressed as she was, but this lady didn't seem like she was going to leave her alone. Besides, her underwear was now lying discarded at the woman's feet, and Kalka very much wanted them back.

Kalka approached the woman, who was still tottering and trying to find her feet, and stopped close enough to look her over, but far enough to see anything coming. "Look, lady," Kalka started, "I don't know what your beef is with orcs, but it's not any of my business. I'm having a bad day already- I don't need you coming in here while I'm trying to work. Just back off, let me grab those," and Kalka pointed down to the panties, "and you can keep drinking yourself stupid in your own little corner."

Kalka could see the woman wasn't easily swayed, but hey, maybe she could work out some anger and still get paid. If the woman tried anything, Kalka wasn't an angry bar brawler- she was an employee dealing with a problem customer! And if the woman just happened to lose some of her sizable armor on her way out, well, it wasn't like the bar had a lost and found. No one would mind if Kalka tried them on for size, surely? No, even despite her disadvantage in attire, Kalka was almost hoping the woman would make a move on her- she could get paid, get armor, and maybe a little catharsis without barely braking a sweat! After all, how much trouble could one drunk give her?

"You want these back?" the drunken warrior shouted, picking up the panties. "After you hit me in the face with them? I've seen a lot in my two-and-a-half decades, but I've never seen a yellow-bellied orc before."

She wringed the panties out, dripping liquid (ale, some knew, but she did not) all over the floor. "Gross," she said, "I didn't want to keep them, but there's no way I'm letting you take them back after you slapped me in the face with 'em." She tucked the panties in her belt carefully, then looked Kalka in the face, seriously, "No one disrespects the Warbringer!"

From somewhere in the crowd, a muffled voice shouted, "That little mage and her demon sure did yesterday!" Hillevi reeled around, "Who said that? Come say it to my face!" She pulled Kalka's panties out of her belt and held them up, "So I can shut you up by gagging you with these soggy orc panties!" The tavern patrons were silent as she examined their faces, looking for the culprit amongst them.

((She has her back to Kalka, which would be at a disadvantage -2? If Kalka attacks next round.))

((I just want to make sure I have the system right for rolling attacks before I write anything. I know you roll plus a stat and any bonuses or penalties, but do you roll a d12 or a d10? And does the defender have to roll the same stat back to defend?))

((It's a d10, and defenders win ties))