Thread: The Mouse and the Bard

as time went on, it was easier and easier to stay close to the Bard, as all of the guests gathered close to him to hear his interesting stories. she was amazed at how much he knew, how many stories he could tell. she made sure to keep him well stocked, and she was pleased to discover that with his story telling, her own tips where doubled. not to mention the gold they gave her to fill his tankard went into her pocket as well. her uncle could afford to pay her a little extra, the drunken rat. she winced as Flint made a joke about the drunkard, but fortunately the Rat was really asleep this time, and didn't try to take a swing at the fox. which also meant she wouldn't be punished for offering him a free room. she was never hit, or beaten, but the punishments of severe verbal abuse and the occasional slap where well enough to keep Esmeralda in line when her uncle was awake. she led him upstairs to the cozy room, and smiled at him as he turned to stare at her, eying up his firm, well toned chest... feeling a tightness inside that she could only account to lust. she fidgeted as he studied her, and she bit her lips a little, worried that he might refute her. even if she couldn't travel with him, at least she could sleep with him for the night, just one night, that's all she needed... well, that's what she tried to tell herself. yes... i wish to travel with you. she whispered, timid and shy and oh so cute as she worked her bare toes along the floor and curled her cute little pink tail. really, a pure white mouse was rather rare, it wasn't a chance he was going to get in the future. she studied him through her hairline, working her lip between her teeth as she awaited his answer, and brightened hopefully when he commented about considering. and she moved into the room, removing her Apron, leaving her in a simple gray dress, that was just a little stained from work that day. i'm Esmeralda. Esmeralda o Felicosco.. ... that was a Gypsy name, Esmeralda, daughter of Felice. what was a gypsy daughter doing in a Tavern like that!? for that matter... why didn't she say her name with pride as all Gypsy did? being the traveler that he was, he had probobly met many of the artistic, fun loving people who where ostracized from almost all people who where not their own. her being a gypsy daughter, would explain some of the looks she had been getting while serving at the bar, but she hadn't seamed to notice those either. she stepped forward a few paces, hesitated and then with nimble, practiced fingers untied the strings on her back that held her dress shut, and let the fabric fall into a pile, blinking her wide, clear blue eyes at him as she let him see every inch of her glorious body, from firm breasts, to small cunt, she was any man's dream. and best of all, she had firm muscles, which meant she'd be able to keep up with him on the road, and he could fuck her as he pleased without having to worry about breaking her. he was rather lucky to have such a fine, young specimen. as a side note, i thought making her the daughter of a Gypsy would be fun. i do not actually know much about Gypsy other than what i read online, and know from watching television. most of my Gypsy facts are going to be a little wrong and you should not take anything i say about gypsies at face value.