A Barmaid in the Tavern

...Barmaid. Your Uncle owned the local tavern so you went to work help around the place. It was actually pretty easy for the first few years. You were only ten when you started work, sweeping up and clearing tables. The sailors who came in would sometime give you treats and laugh and joke with you. As you grew things began to change, it took you a while to realise the change until your uncle took you aside and asked you to stay behind the bar from now on. When you asked why he simply gestured to your chest, which had grown into a perky pair of C cup breasts. He, with a blush crawling up his neck, explained that some of the men might try to get hands on with you and didn’t want to risk your marriage prospects.

So for a while you served behind the bar but inevitably busy nights drew you from behind it and you quickly became accustomed to spotting the patrons who were going to try and grab you (STAT UP! +10 Per). You also got good at turning down the offers of marriage without starting a fight (STAT UP! +10 Cha)

But eventually you found yourself tiring of the small village life. Seeing young men dying for fish and young women, the same age or younger than you, being widowed by the cruel ocean. So, shortly after your 18th birthday, a caravan came into the village you decide you would go with them when they left. Go out and see new sights, smell new smells, taste new foods!

Now was just the question of how you would get on the caravan.