A strange dream sequence involving Deep Fried Cheesecake and the Richmond Night Market

The Orc waltzed up to Tribby, wearing a strange, low cut top, and whispered seductively in its guttural language "Yes, its true - there is deep fried cheesecake at the richmond night market..."

"The what?" Tribby replied, clearly being entranced by the Orcy cleavage.

"But wait, it gets better..." She whispered anew, "There's deep fried cheesecake... with toppings! We're talkin' smores, butterfinger, you name it..." she whispered, huskily, slowly running her finger up her thigh.

"This is so strange... I... I don't even like Orcs... or girls... or know what cheese cake is..."

"Shhhh..." she replied, brushing against her skin lightly. "I know, I know... I admit, when I first heard about it - I think I was expecting some kind of tempura dish... but I assure you, its nothing like tempura, and everything like ecstasy..."

Tribby moaned, tossing and turning in her bedroll whispering out-loud "n...no... it... it can't be real... so delicious and only $6... imposs... im... IMPOSSIBLE!"

Tribby darted upright from her nightmare, her heaving Trollish bosom heaving trollishly as she spewed out of Gluestick's saddlebags with a gwa-thump.

"What the crap was that?"  She screeched, as she trundled to the ground, startling the often nonplussed horse.

 ...

"Ummm... what the crap just happened?"