“I’ll tell them to leave”

Sitting up she caressed her cheek before heading out with a tray of mead filled flagons.

The crowds had not died down too much in her absence, only one patron was waiting at the bar for service, “I’ll be right with you.” All the while, the knaves eyed her, remembering the prior evening.

She was even more unnerved by Hunter, obsessively staring at her sandaled feet. Remembering her soft soles in his mouth. The wriggling of her toes and the flexing of her arches as he plowed into her.

“Look boys, the town harlot comes to strut and solicit more?” Kenneth the Sly decreed.

Tomas wrapped his barreled arms around her waist, hand firmly squeezing ass cheeks, then pulled her closer to him.

Havilah struggled for a moment, but instead bit her tounge and said, “drinks for you, and not here,” she pleaded helpless in the Lugheaded’s grip.

Doing her best to seem unphased by the prior night or the way they eyed her, she grinned and said, “got too much work right now, we can talk after my shift, okay? Just leave me be while I work. My mama is sick, you remember her, she fed you knaves when we were wains. For her sake let me earn my tips in peace, and be gone with thee three!