He’s not wearing a shirt. Just a fairly short leather looking skirt that tree trunk legs hang out the bottom of. His torso is ripped with layer after layer of muscles.
Nako moves directly in front of the screen with her hands on her hips. “Thisis the Gladiator species?”
“Exactly,” Emma confirms. “And technically, this is the specific Orclan who won me after the first Gladiator fight I watched. His name is Luc.”
Her hands move rapidly while she speaks, signing almost too fast for me.“He’s on our side.”
“In their dimension, their species has lost all their females.”
How did I know this is where we were going with this?
“But they’ve been given a very similar species substitute by the Ropors. Large, green women they call Orcleens, but they can’t mate for whatever reason. That’s why they’re so excited about us. Luc mated to me and now—”
Woah, woah, woah. Mating?I cut her off, asking, “How do you know? What does thatmean?”
Emma blushes, covering her face with her hands briefly before signing, “Please, no judging!” while she says out loud, “Their anatomy is different. He’s left marks on my thighs...”
The lighting dims to a red glow, spreading through the room while Emma assures us, “It’s okay. You can see the marks... here.”
She turns, lifting her skirt to expose a glowing white mark on the back of her thigh that’s one to two inches wide. It starts just above the back of her knee and disappears under the hem of the dress she’s wearing.
What in the world?!