Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-44019825-20191004143041

[An edited version of a WWYD I posted a little while back, that no one responded to. Hopefully this might get some feedback here?]

'''You have arrived at Frostshadow, a minor trading outpost nestled into the snowy upper reaches of the Desolation Mountains. It's been some time since you last visited, but it's a frequent enough stop in your journeying that you're known and liked by most of the townspeople there.'''

'''Eager to refresh yourself after a long journey through rough terrain, dodging wild Mamono and bandit gangs, you duck into an inn on the outskirts, just inside the settlement's gates. You open your mouth to request a frothing mug of ale and a seat by the crackling hearth, but instead your jaw drops at the sight before your eyes.'''

'''Three soft, sleek, nude orcs, hogtied with silk rope and glistening with oil, rest on a wide, solid wood table. Their mouths are firmly gagged with crisp red apples, and they squirm and attempt to clench themselves around the pairs of thick carrots that someone has ensconced between their thighs. Despite their compromising position, none of the Mamono seem unduely distressed, though they do whimper and whine needfully as they catch sight of you.'''

'''The innkeeper spots you and nods politely. "Evening, traveller. Need a room? Something to eat?" '''

'''Noticing your focus on the restrained girls, she chuckles. "Like them? They're from a local tribe, further up in the mountains. These three got beat in a fight by some mercenaries, but I guess that no-one in the convoy was looking for a spouse or even a plaything. They stumbled down into town a few days ago and begged me to let them work here in exchange for room and board while they try to find a master-- I figured they couldn't do much harm, and cute Mamono girls are always good for business, so I let them stay. Gotta say, they seem to like being "on the menu" like this... they even seem to enjoy cozying in the oven over there after it's been put out, while it's still warm but cool enough to be safe to touch. Foodplay just... turns them right on, for some reason. '''

'''You want them? They're decent workers and cute little things-- and they must have gotten into some Holstaur milk or something at some point, because those plump knockers of theirs have needed emptying every morning. They’re real sweethearts, and I'm sure they'd be happy to submit to you. And I'd feel better knowing that they've got a good man like you to look after them and make them happy."'''

What do you do?  