“Mr. Marut, I have decades of experience in this sort of thing,” she declares. “You are searching for your one true mate, correct? A woman to satisfy your, uh, various appetites? One you could lavish all your attention on.” My insides squeeze at the image she paints, and before I can stop myself, my mind goes wild, imagining all the ways a male like that would lavish attention on a willing partner. One who wasn’t so damn afraid. The orc crosses his thick arms over his chest. “Aye, that is correct.”
