A captivating song that explores the inner turmoil of a noblewoman secretly grappling with her feelings for her stoic orc bodyguard. Set against the backdrop of a serene lake, this enchanting ballad delves into themes of desire, loyalty, and the struggle to uphold societal expectations, while celebrating the strength and beauty of the orc woman.
(Verse 1)
By the water's edge,
In a world of gilded grace,
A noblewoman stares,
At a beauty she can't face.
Her guard, with muscles taut,
Beneath the sun's embrace,
Washes away the battle's wrath,
Leaving no trace.
(Chorus)
Oh, avert your eyes,
Don't let your heartbeat rise,
As the orc in the lake,
Forgets the fight she must analyze.
The elegance of war,
Is the blood upon her skin,
Yet the noblewoman's heart,
Is where the storm begins.
(Verse 2)
The water ripples softly,
As her guard takes a breath,
A titan among giants,
In strength that conquers death.
But her thoughts like shadows,
Dance ‘round her mind,
A tempest of emotions,
That she’s trying to unwind.
(Chorus)
Oh, avert your eyes,
Don't let your heartbeat rise,
As the orc in the lake,
Imbued with raw surprise.
Underneath the surface,
There's a pull she can't ignore,
As her heart races wildly,
Longing to explore.
(Bridge)
She looks at the tree,
Where the insects play,
Their mundane lives distract,
From the thoughts she'd dare not say.
But every glance she steals,
At the figure strong and true,
Stirs a fire within her,
That she never thought she knew.
(Verse 3)
Oh, noblewoman, fragile,
Caught in her own disguise,
How can she quell the thunder
That rumbles in her sighs?
The orc stands proud and fearless,
A body built for wars,
Yet she’s drawn to the softness,
Of the warrior's core.
(Chorus)
Oh, avert your eyes,
As her heart beats paralyzed,
Each moment is a battle,
In a war that she prizes.
For the beauty before her,
In the lake's shimmering light,
Is more than just a guard,
It’s a longing she can’t fight.
(Outro)
So she'll watch the bugs,
Felicitous and free,
While her heart's a raging storm,
At the lake by the trees.
Two worlds colliding,
In the silence of the night,
The noble and the warrior,
In the beauty of the fight.
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A noblewoman has to advert her eyes and suppress her inappropriate thoughts on her stoic orc woman bodyguard as she baths herself in a lake. The bodyguard orc is very tall and muscular, and has to wash all the blood and gore off her body from her previous fight. The noblewoman is so flustered by her body, that she distracts herself with watching bugs on a tree...........