Theresa. A Female Human Bard, of less than savory morals and a total disdain for the norm.
Dumah was about to give up just before he finally found the door. Though finding the secret panel didn't get it open. The mechanism was most likely pretty simple, but finding the trigger would take more time he might not have.
Though his companion did seem to have perfected the techniques of distraction. She'd gone ahead, and while he searched he'd been at least partly distracted by a a prolonged exchange of conversation between low sweet tones and another gruffer, deeper voice. How pretty a human girl managed to keep an orc talking that long was a mystery beyond him. But she must have ran out of things to say, because for most of the last hour the sounds leaking past the thick curtain at the far end of the passage weren't those of speech.
With great determination, he ignored the rhythmic wet, sloshy, slurpy sounds and the muted slap of flesh against flesh interspersed with a mixture of feminine squeals and masculine grunts as he went about his search. Though the occasional giggle or phrase of encouragement panted out in girlish grunts gave him pause. He was tempted to peek and find out just what in all the hells was happening behind that curtain. That was a full-blooded elite orcish guard in there, and Theresa seemed to be enjoying the distraction just a little too much.
The sounds continued for quite some time, vexing Teresa as she lay under the brute and bucked up into him. He had to be on top, of course! Why not from behind? If she killed him now, his dead weight would crush into her and pin her helpless. So she continued, her pale, perfectly tapered legs flailed high in the air as he rode her and she rocked and twisted and bucked under him for a long, long while - after a time she abandoned her dismay and threw herself into the action. No one said a girl had to hate her work, right? Finally, the pace slowed and the big orc rolled them around until she was straddling him. She rode him for a bit, bouncing hard and fast on his thick endowment, her heavy bare tits flapping and slapping into her flat belly and slender ribs. She hoped Dumah hadn't found the treasure and left her behind, but now that she was on top...
The girl that joined Dumah shortly later was petite only when compared to males of orcish size, though her slender supple build made her seem shorter than she actually was. "You're still here. She noted with surprise almost to the level of shock when she found her companion sorting through the loot. Her body was bare but for a sheen of blood-stained sweat and a disheveled mass of honey-brown hair hanging in cover over most of her torso. "I had to wait until he let me on top before killing him. What's your excuse for still being here? The explanation, she suspected, would be less interesting than her own.