A waitress at the tavern

The illustrious Sweet Sap inn. A tavern that was rather well known for their delicious maple flavored deserts. While cutting down the ash colored trees was difficult boring a hole in them was doable.

A small part of the forest was used for this and was made off limits to the loggers. While the sap was difficult to bake with those that knew how could make maple treats to rival the royal bakers sweets. Of course that was not the only reason travelers would stay there. The Sweet Sap inn was home to a bevy of beautiful babes. All dressed in rather reveling cloths. You were no different.

Though it was embarrassing you were dressed in a frilly white dress that just barley went past your rear. One misstep and you would revel to the patrons the fact that you had neglected to wear any form of undergarments. Underwear was not something common people typically wore. Not when the choices were new panties or food for the week. Though some of your co-workers used this as a tactic to get better tips.

Such action, however, was deplorable in your eyes. There was nothing you feared more than a wardrobe malfunction. So you were very carful in your movements. Your long brunette hair cascades down your back as you carry a tray full of mead to a table full of burly looking men. One of whom turns in time to meet your dark green eyes.

Grinning as he looks you up and down. Mentally stripping you of your skimpy dress. "Eh finally here huh?" The man says whilst staring at your chest. The off the shoulder style of your dress did little to hide your c-cup breasts. To which the men at the table were thankful for. You fight to keep the blush on your face from spreading as you lean over to place the mugs in front of the men, their grins growing wider as they look down your dress.

"Anything else?" You ask standing back up. As you do you pull the tray you used to carry the mead in front of your chest. "Yeah how about some sugar doll?" Says one of the men as he grabs your arm. The mans grip feel like a vice.

Breaking free yourself was out of the question. Still you know you must escape his grasp before he can try anything uncouth. The management would do little to assist as they saw such things as an unofficial part of the job.