...shoulders and arms rippled as she moved, and she hung the mail on the headboard. Her thews bore striped tattoos, not unlike the rank chevrons the Empire used for denoting rank, but this detail was overhshadowed when he saw something more interesting: an earth-toned tunic of sack-cloth strained to confine breasts the Elf hadn't imagined could exist.
To an Elf, slender was the norm, and most Elven females, while curvy and fine of feature, could never attain such voluptuous proportions. It was then he realized she was over a head and a half taller than he.
She pulled the tunic off, and tossed it aside. Her body was like chiseled jade with a few deep green lines showing where her mail had not turned blows away, and a few of the coarse, tribal tattoos Orcs were wont to wear. Black patterns interwove themselves upon her abdomen, a simpler pattern like that on her face was borne upon her left shoulder, and again upon her right breast. A few smaller, less ornate decorations appeared on her hips and forearms, and the chevrons from her arms were repeated upon her shapely hips. She was a giantess of painted jade.
She was very large to the elf. He wondered if he could even reach his hands around her waist, while knowing he could never manage her rounded hips. More coppery curls appeared below her navel, and the Orc smiled, w...