[-11 Taler] Buy a Round at the Pigskin Drum

The Spirited Waitress, busy dodging lewd comments and groping hands, reaches you only after your grog is empty and after the Dicey Inspector has started banging her empty mug on the table.

”Two more?” she asks. Her short black dress is in disarray and there is a run in her left stocking. Stains and greasy handprints cover her fine white apron and her face is flushed red. She flashes you a **** smile as you enquire about standing for a round. ”How’s about Rum all around? We’d charge a tenner?” Her grin widens as you insist she partake as well and turns into a beautiful smile when you slip her an extra Taler – for your grog and her trouble.

You have lost 11 Taler

You now have {@69 Talers} Taler

She soon dances through sawdust, a tray in each hand. The patron’s grasping hands follow her, greedy for drink and for her body. She dodges some and wards the others by pushing small glasses filled with dark, sticky liquid at them. One earns himself a slap on the back of his hand and withdraws from between her legs. A few only spare her a glance and ignore you, gulping down the Rum without interrupting their chats.

A few others show some gratitude, mostly to her. She receives kind words and allows some tips, small coins slipped inside her garter. And they wait for her to reach your table until they raise their glasses and cheer – for you, but mostly for her.

You raise your glass, and the Rum burns your throat and sticks to your lips. The Spirited Waitress licks hers clean and searches under her skirt for scarps, tarnished or glimmering. You catch a glimpse of frilly underwear and the outline of shaven lips. Then her hand touches your chin and forces your eyes to meet hers. She stares you down and, stepping close, kisses your cheek. Her hot lips only stay for a heartbeat, long enough for a whispered ”thanks”, and long enough to jolt your cock to hardness.

”Thanks,” says the Dicey Inspector. She doesn’t mean you, judging by the Greenish note in her hand.

The Spirited Waitress does not fight the other’s touch. ”Oh, Inspector...” she says, moans really, as the Inspector explores between her legs.

Their game continues until the Dicey Inspector grabs the Waitress’ ass, pulling her down into a long and noisy kiss. A few flatfoots cheer, louder than they did your free Rum, and you shift to accommodate your painful erection.

”Nice girl.”

The Dicey Inspector and you watch the Waitress sashay away, then the policewoman chats with you about everything but her relation to the redhead in the short skirt and white blouse, the other again dodging the attention of drunken flatfoots. "Well worth it, innit?" she comments after a while but does not elaborate. "Keep the drinks coming and... . Well, it’s good to have friends – wouldn’t you say, good buddy, good pal?"

You spend a few hours in the company of your new 'pal'

{if The Passage of Time > 95} Your Time in Barenhaven is running out {elseif The Passage of Time > 80} Your Time in Barenhaven is coming to a close {elseif The Passage of Time > 60} You have some Time left in Barenhaven {elseif The Passage of Time > 50} Your Time in Barenhaven is half-way over {elseif The Passage of Time > 30} You have quite some Time left to spend in Barenhaven {elseif The Passage of Time > 15} You have a lot of Time left to spend in Barenhaven {elseif The Passage of Time > 5} Your Time in Barehaven has just begun {else} You are now spending Time in Barenhaven {endif}

You stay for one more grog, paid by placing a coin inside the Spirited Waitress’ garter, and then return to the Grimalkin and Rooster.