2-7 It Could Be Worse

Skyler quickly racked up coin, and suspicion. She went far too hard, too fast, flustered by the conversation with her party. After winning about 1,500 coin in a few short hands, she was found out and the barkeep came over to grab her by the arm.

"There's no cheating in my family's establishment. I ought to call the guards and have them throw you in jail."

"That mustn't be necessary good sir," Aymer was behind them now and Skyler was relieved to see him. She knew he was bluffing. "Surely we can work this out. Our friend here, she gets a little overexcited sometimes, thinks her abilities are better than they are. She was showing off."

"Trying to impress your boyfriend eh?" The young man smirked. Okay, it wasn't great but she could take some ridicule over a night in jail.

"Maybe she can work off the debt she owes to these fine gentlemen. Do you need a serving wench for the night?"

"Now that you mention it," the man got an idea and leared at her. "Tonight's usually our gentlemen's night, we have dancers who entertain the men in feathers and pasties. Touching cost extra. They cancelled last minute. Lots of angry customers looking for a show.

"You want me to dance?" She asked incredulously.

"Not at all. I want you to stand perfectly still, we'll tie you up. Completely naked, that's punishment for the cheating. And for the coin you owe, I'm sure we can agree on a fair price for a handful of those tits."

Skyler looked to Aymer for help.