A normal day's work for the town's wench

I open the backdoor to the inn and am greeted by the strong smell of mead and food. One I was getting used to already. The place is bustling with activity, which is usual for these late hours of evening.

"There you are! Why in Arkay's beard are you so late girl!?" I hear Faida, the innkeeper, yelling at me.

"A girl like me has better things to do from time to time." I dismiss that brown-haired widow.

"Are you kidding yourself? A girl like you is only worth serving drinks and laying with men, don't try me with your antics. Here's a couple of mugs for that table over there." Gods, she's so mean! Faida shoves the couple eight mugs in my face and I try my best to juggle them. The trick is to use your boobs to help. Mother taught me that. Once I've got them properly balanced, I make my way to a table. I smile at the oogling men waiting for their drinks. Waiting for me too, I guess.

"Thanks Hilda, you're so kind to us poor labourers." Asrolf says, one of the farmers in the village.

"I couldn't leave you boys thirsty now could I?" I respond him with my sultry voice and turn away to serve another table. I get there, but not before getting a slap on my ass from one of the most eager clients. I giggle in response, as I've done countless times in this situation. Looks like some of them are having trouble keeping their big boys inside their pants today. Oh my, more work for me tonight. I feel a little twitch down there, my lady friend is already getting excited too...