Chapter 4 - A Taken Proposition [SFW Post]

The town has several small landmarks, it’s not an important place but it is pretty. There’s baths, there’s an inn - that’s where she’s heading for now. She’s not particularly dirty from the forest, and this body is too new to feel unclean.

She may not have money, but she’s cuter than she ever was and men had fallen over themselves for her. She figures she can easily talk out some sort of deal, and she’s not prudish enough to feel guilty going through with whatever strange idea they have for her.

Entering the Inn she finds herself looking around with a hint of relish. It's big, rowdy, it’s where a man gets his grub and a place to stay for the night if he so wants. There's no doubt she could find something to do there without too much effort, and she’s already been noticed if the onlooking stares from the patrons are anything to go by.

The barmaid is sizable and interesting, not as much chest as she’d prefer from someone serving her but plenty of ass to grip and squeeze if she so chose, without the slightest worry of hurting her. It's good, it gives jerks something to eye and slap while she passes by that won't mess up her balance too much.

It does mean that regardless of how incredibly strong her baby-making hips look, she's probably used to being touched by too many men, it brings a mild sense of distaste to her tongue, but it’s quickly washed away with a look at her pretty brown eyes.

The innkeeper himself is male human, far less notable than the barmaid. All the pretty ones around here are girls if the portly man is anything to go by. The sign written above his head says that dinner is ten coppers, a room is twenty. Kinda doesn't help she's flat broke, but if it’s only twenty coppers she’s pretty sure she can secure that in no time at all, she used to strategically place platinum in between her breasts to see if anyone was daring enough to try and grab it.

“Can’t help but notice you’re ogling the barmaid.” The innkeeper interrupts her thoughts. “That’s a paying customer privilege, I assume you’re here for a meal or room?”

"Err..." She winces, reaching up to brush some of her newly acquired blonde hair away from her ears, “I can’t really afford it.” She says. Her eyes dancing to the price board. “I’m new in town, and, I got robbed in the nearby forest. I was wondering if there was any way we could make a deal? Maybe discuss payment in the morning kind of deal?”
Her free hand lands on her left breast, pushing down to show how malleable her mounds are. They’re even better than normal, she’s cuter in ways she’d like to eat right up. Bright blue eyes hope he’s enough like her to wanna take a bite too.

“I see what you’re doing.” He says almost immediately, daring a few looks up and down her new form, while he shuts her down. “I have a wife, I can’t be taking that offer.” A woman reveals herself from the back, looking over around a corner and gracing her with the sight of a wolf eared lass. Monster and human marriage is legal here, funny how that should be exactly the kind of things he should know, but she’s a bit slackjawed.

“I wasn’t, errr-”

“You are cute.” He interrupts her. “And I think some of the men around here would probably pay extra if there was someone they could actually use after a lengthy meal staring at ol Mill’s ass.” His eyes flicker over to the barmaid, who’s jumping from a mighty slap to her tush with a blush and a playful smile.

“Tell you what, if you’re willing to put your body where your mouth is, and you’re as honest as you look. I’ll give you a room and a meal, under the understanding that you’ll be sharing that room. I’ll even make it the VIP room.”

It’s definitely a bad deal, but she’s level one, no longer a dark lord, really is broke, and is unlikely to survive the night on the streets in a run-down place like this without taking a dick anyway. She’ll do it, and she’ll do it with a grateful smile. She can get what she’s worth later, maybe come back here and kick him in between the legs once she’s got a few levels. Assuming her experience with the VIP isn't fantastic. For now, decisions are for those who have a choice, she doesn’t even have that. She’ll beg on her knees. Maybe she can get a few tips while she’s at it?

This chapter is pretty small because I'd had a bad health week when I did it, and I hadn't liked it so I'd have to rewrite it several times to get this out. The next one returns to my 2000 or so word an update habit.

The next one makes up for it I think.
See ya next week where the first good sexual scene will be here to impress. Or at least, uh, amuse!
With stiffness!