>>44693626It had seemed like such a great plan. You'd been saving for months-you'd all but stopped going to the tavern, you'd skimped on the polish for your breastplate, you ate so little that your half-orc landlady would stop you in the hall and force a pot of some meat-like substance into your hands, muttering that you look like death. But it had all been worth it, because NOW, you were waiting by the front step of the old boarding house, ready for a meal at the most expensive restaurant in town, a small, golden band resting in your pocket.
You let yourself get distracted watching a few urchins scrabbling around, smiling a bit at the sheer glee in their voices as they kick an old, dented bit of tin back and forth-you don't notice the door opening until she's right next to you, arms around your waist, her mischievous little eyes twinkling up at you. You don't often see her in a dress, let alone one that shows off every curve, from her wide hips and sexy rear to those wonderful, wonderful breasts. Her naughty grin doesn't help as you fight down the urge to throw her over your shoulder, march inside, and spend the next week in the ratty old building. Plenty of time for that later-you have a plan for tonight.
You take deliberately slow steps as the pair of you stroll down the street-don't want to make her rush to keep up, though the thought of watching her bounce in that tight little dress makes-no, no, FOCUS. You chat on the way, nothing serious or substantial, chuckling when she teases you. You know better than to try and match wits with her, but the more you talk, the less likely she'll figure out where you're taking her. At least, you hope that's how it'll work.
Seems to have worked-when you arrive, the brilliant interior light shining out from the entryway, you catch her staring at the sign, confusion apparent on her face. She looks up at you, a question forming on her adorable little lips, but the only answer is your own smile.
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