Bartering with bald sporty orc women

Jenna glanced over as she noticed Muki's face contorting in anger. "Madam, we're in public, surrounded by many guests."

"I know, but we've got more trouble! Those two elves are back at the south, and at the east, there's orcs!" Muki angrily whispered.

"Orcs?"

"Green, muscly, bald... and all women by the looks of it."

"Bald orc women?"

"Just look at the screen!" Muki fumed as she shoved her phone in Jenna's face.

There on screen were 5 green-skinned and muscly women with rounded ears all clad in black capri track pants, sneakers, and bandage breast bindings. Four of the five appeared to be completely bald and browless while the one appearing to lead them had long wavy turquoise hair.  

"You'd think they're some NEETs cosplaying, but NEETs don't have six-packs like that! I also saw them come in from the woods, and worse, they're eyeing the cows!"

"We're central west too, so we wouldn't be able to make it even if we left now."

"It's a fucking pincer attack. That means I gotta find someone chipped on both sides and take control of them."

Jenna nodded and escorted Muki over to a nearby karaoke place, booking a room so she could be undisturbed while she did her thing. Standing by the door inside, Jenna gave the all clear, allowing Muki to begin her search.

"No one on the south side... On the east... ... I'll take what I can get no matter the consequences," Muki grumbled as she began to take control.

...

Near the farm, Erika scowled as she found herself face-to-face with Monika. "Anyway, why are you here?"

"Journalism. I heard Muki came by posing as a college student. Bitch was expelled out of the school system, so there must be something she did here. Maybe she poisoned the soil so we'd all be on hallucigens."

"Oh, it's "hallucigens" this time. Wake up, we're in a new world, not a simulation, not drug world, not a movie set, reality. Re-al-ity!"

"You're controlled opposition, but here, the farmers know their shit. They're aware of all the shady shit that goes on."

"Birds of a feather. Though at least the farmers can contribute to society unlike you," Erika scoffed as she began to jog away.

However, she suddenly stopped and stood motionless before charging towards the farm, leaping over the gates, and heading towards it's outer limits. Monika stared dumbfounded, but quickly regained her composure, charging in after her.

"The hell's she doing? Could it be? Could this be the proof of microchipping I've been seeking this whole time!?" Monika thought as an unsettling smile began to spread on her face.

Now in control of Erika's body, Muki sprinted as fast as she could to the orcs, thanking the fact that Erika was currently in workout attire. As she approached the group, she noticed the farmer she had met back when she was collecting soil samples was on the ground bleeding.

"Shit, did that idiot attack them, or did they strike first. Neither one is good for me," Muki thought as she made eye contact with the orcs.

"Hoh? Another ambush? Shall thee attack, or shall thee spat?" a female orc with square-rim glasses scoffed.

"How about talk. What happened here?" Muki asked.

"Maniac ran through with fork," one of the other orcs grumbled.

"So he attacked you."

"Yeah! Uhtack! Uhtack! Xerg!" an orc with a tattoo running down her head and face cheered.

"Sorry, we don't speak your language well. We are interested in this creature here. It looks like it has good meat," and orc with round-rim glasses stated.

"Yes! It looks to be a creature of fine meat, that we ladies would love to feast upon. Beg thy pardon, but humans value introduction of names. Myne name is Eecheeka," the orc with turquoise hair smiled. 

"Myne name be Eezuzu," the bald orc with square-rim glasses scoffed. 

"Me Eatsuekey!" the orc with the tattoo cutely smiled. 

"They refer to me as Eenorreeko," the bald orc with round-rim glasses stated. 

"And I'm Vjenceslava," the final orc groaned. 

Muki blinked in confusion. "Uh, why's your name-" 

"We don't talk about the name difference, OK!" 

"Fine. So, what are you offering up in exchange for the cow?"

"Can't we just take it?" Eecheeka asked. 

"No, it ain't free." 

"Eatsuekey always take no free!" Eatsuekey cheered. 

Muki began to tense up and instinctively reached for her gun, only to quickly note that Erika did not carry a gun on her. Worse, she could sense that just giving the orcs a cow might only worsen the problem. They weren't wrong when they assumed beef was delicious, which would likely lead to them coming back for more once they finish the cow. And given the impressions they were leaving, the fear of them raiding and stealing all the cows had a high chance of happening. 

Darting her head around, Muki tried to think up a solution, but only got more stressed as she noticed Monika in the distance hiding behind a tractor. 

"Look, we need a cow. Once they lay eyes on something they think is good, they'll want to eat it on the spot. They're doing their best to hold out for politeness," Vjenceslava grumbled. 

A closer look at the drooling mouths of her companions proved her words true. 

"You seem to have a better grasp on things than others. How about I give you two cows and a bull," Muki glared. 

"Three creatures of meat!?" the four drooling orcs squealed with delight. 

"No, only one is for eating. The bull and the other cow will be used to mate and make more cows." 

Everyone but Vjenceslava blinked in confusion, prompting Vjenceslava to let out an audible groan as she began conversing with her companions in a grunt-like language. 

"Oh! Tis a very noble idea! We'll take it!" Eecheeka smiled. 

"And in return, you don't ever raid us, attack our citizens, or come here ever again," Muki glared. 

"Now that's not passing!" a male voice boomed out from above.

Everyone looked up as a large male orc slammed down on the ground before them. Unlike his female compatriots, he wore nothing but a cloth tunic and large feathered mantle. His appearance was also more frightening and feral thanks to his towering height of 290 cm, his black eyes with glowing gold irises, his jagged black beard, and the two horns protruding from the top of his bald head. 

"I'm Boree, king of the orcs. You want to make deals like that, you gotta go through me."