Thread: A Different Type Of Adventure (Mandy Grace & Venus)

The moment the pair of them walked through the door Molly knew this pair was going to be trouble, no decent folk wore armour when coming into a town unless they were part of the town watch. Given that she knew all of the town watch by name since they were all customers of her establishment the proprietor knew that they were not, and that made them troublemakers in her eyes. Still she wouldnt turn them away unless they actually caused her a problem, so she troubled herself to affect a smile as they had enquired about a room, and then another slightly brighter one as they paid for it. She herself was a decent sort of woman, a respectable one you might say though on that point some may have disagreed. There was no armour to be seen about her own person at all, just a black bodice over her usual white loose fitting shirt which just happened to be rather low cut to show a fair amount of cleavage... not at all to get extra tips from the patrons of course, that would be despicable. Hey legs were completely obscured by a wide dark green skirt that fell all the way to the floor, not even the tan doe-skin shoes she wore were visible beneath it. The last little addition to her ensemble was a cloth she used to tier her long golden-blonde hair back with, which matched the colour of the skirt she wore of course, and was likely made by the same tailor from the same piece of cloth. Frankly Miss. Molly was not at all disappointed when she saw the two customers go up to the room not long later, she'd noticed the girl was a bit of a looker but she didn't need the pair of them scaring of her local regulars. Good, decent clients who paid their tabs and kept the peace were what she wanted, not riff-raff like them. So out and mind and out of sight it was until that man came back down alone, but even them the owner 'forced herself' to take his money as he bought several drinks. His cup was probably never empty the whole time he was down there as by usual standards it was a quiet night as there were only about thirty customers in the place, but the 'back business' was even quieter still. Maybe that was why Elisha, one of Molly's best earners, troubled herself to come out into the main tavern as if she were fishing for clients. Perhaps that warranted a bit of explanation, as the 'lucky lass' was not only an inn and tavern, but it was also the front for the town's only whorehouse. Elisha would quite unashamedly admit that this was what she was, a whore, and a very successful one at that. The reason for that being that she was the only one here that was willing to take clients of the fairer sex, at least since Molly herself had settled down with her husband Mort. In any case what had happened was that Elisha had seen Marcus and figured that the drunk and new customer was likely to be easiest to persuade to part with some of the contents of his coin pouch, and a short while of outrageous flirting and not particularly subtle hinting later he'd pulled her into his lap and fondled her a little. This was not new to the whore of course and she had been quite okay with it, but when she suggested getting into a room in the back Marcus had laughed and pushed her off his lap to land with a bump on the floor. A fair number of patrons around him had seen this and been none too pleased with the way he was treating a member of their community, and a bar fight had ensued, as it happened, one that Marcus had lost and caused a fair amount of damage during the course of. Yet the worst of it was that in the aftermath Molly had been trying to comfort her sore-bottomed whore only to have the girl quit on her. ---------- And so now here she was standing with her arms crossed below her bosom, making the already impressive sight stand up a little higher in the process. Mort, her husband who weighed in at probably close on two hundred and twenty pounds of muscle, was brandishing a cudgel which had been fetched in case Marcus decided to get violent again. Both of them were standing there with a gaggle of patrons behind them and now that pretty girl in armour or rather, no longer in armour whose name the owner of the place had managed to forget. Ignoring the first volley of questions asked and the offer of repayment made Molly arched an eyebrow and looked at the dagger her latest customer was holding. Drop the butter knife, girl she instructed in a dry tone nobody is dying here tonight unless you do something foolish. Mort slapped the wooden cudgel against the palm of his hand as if to convey the point further, but Molly let the topic slide after that. You're damn right you'll be paying for this though, that's seven broken chairs, a cracked table, a whole bunch of smashed mugs not to mention the spilled drink which you owe the rest of my customers for depriving them of there was a general murmur of agreement to that point from the assembled group of men and women behind Molly and then to top it all off your idiot of a man over here has gone and made my best earning whore quit her job, so you'll be compensating me for the lost business as well. As it happened they were standing right next to a table one of the few that had not been overturned and so Molly tapped the surface start counting out your coin, girl, I hope you have a deep purse.