A travelling couple

With more jugs of ale on top of... well... my jugs, I go serve the table with a strange couple I've never met before. It's a young-looking Nord lass like me and a much older-looking high elf. I put down their mugs and decide not to look too seducing. My courtesy to my fellow kinswoman who had the Altmer's tongue inside her mouth. I don't think she's enjoying it too much from what I notice though.

I turn, ready to fill up Asrolf and his friends' mugs again.

"Hey wench! Come here." I hear some aged voice from behind me. I raise an eyebrow with some annoyance. Not the most subtle of fellows apparently. I make my way back to the table, smiling like a dumb girl as ma taught me.

"You called, darling?" I say provocatively and showing as much of my cleavage as I could. He looks me up and down, not particularly oogling at me, more like studying. By the gods, these old men are always the weirdest ones. I just hope this elf isn't the old pathetic type that cums and moans at just the sight of me naked. I continue to keep my pretty face act even when the warmth of the fire was starting to make me sweaty under my boobs.

"Hmmm, yes. I think you'll do." Excuse me?

"Excuse me?" What kind of senile old man he think he is? Ain't I good enough for his old shriveled cock?

"How much for your time wench?" I have to do my best to not roll my eyes at this milkdrinker. "Me and my apprentice will quite benefit from your... services."

Ahhhh, so that's what they are. Much more believable now. As if a sweet-looking girl like her could be with him. But now that I think of it, the elf doesn't look half bad. His long pale-gold hair and beard are quite handsome. And I've also never fucked a wizard before, so that could be interesting. I have to say, I'm getting wet just thinking about it.

"15 septims to make you cum, 30 to spend the whole night with you two lovely travellers." I sensually tell him my rear's price. "Just talk to Faida so we can get you a room."

"Reasonable." The Altmer sits up and turns to his apprentice. "Stay here."

The lass nods obediently and looks at the ground. Hmph, poor girl. I almost feel bad for her. Maybe I should cheer her up.

"So how long you and that milkdrinker have been travelling together?" I wait for her answer but she gives me no response.

"Uhmm, what's your name?" I try again. The girl raises her head and looks into my eyes. She opens her mouth like she's about to say something but then abruptly stops, as if it's a painful memory to remember.

By the eight, what a weird girl. I bloody get it now why people keep saying that magic-users should stick to the frozen waste of Winterhold. I look with envy to Asrolf and his friends and start rubbing my thighs. I wish I could be having fun with the boys instead. I look back at the freckled girl and she's looking behind me. I turn my head and sure enough the elf is back...