“All of you, leave me… except you.” he snarled as he pointed to the form of a young orcish woman. She stopped and turned his direction, the others continuing to clear from the fortress, “What is your command, Warchief?” she asked carefully. Garrosh peered at her as he remained still, “Undress… take it all off” he commanded with authority. The young orc was quick to remove her armor, her strong body toned from years of combat. Garrosh motioned her over to him as the last section of steel fell to the floor.
As she approached, Garrosh sneered at her, “You know what I want. Do not disappoint me.” The young orc smiled as she lowered herself to her knees, her mouth watering with anticipation and her heart swelling with pride, “As you command, Warchief”.
WARNING: Lots of loading. Got a bit carried away with the angles.