Accept.

She nods, “my mother, she needs the medicine soon, if you could dispatch a courier I’d be most grateful.”

He nodded, and Havilah turned back to work. Later that evening she saw him periodically exit his office to load up on booze.

The owner of the tavern was a Merfolk with a sloven disopsition and a nacroleptic tendency due to drink. Scarcely was there a day Havilah could come to work and find Angus Cod sober. Of course his sober attitude was due to the brief rare time his wife Geinie was around, who was mostly pleasant. Cordial and stern with Angus, the two have over a hundred children who they talk often about. Angus seems to not care, inciting a polite rage in Geinie. This gives rise to comments like the slurred, “Foxxxy Reeeed I ne-ed you to save me from my wiiiiife!” The fool then proceeded to wrap his slimy umami smelling arms around her, groping her breasts in a warm snuggle.

She kicked hoplessly before shouting scared and exasperated, “let me go, this is wrong!” He released his wet grasp but laughed, then chuckled some more before swigging, then slapping her on the ass with a quick, “all in jest, back to work sweetheart.” The sound lingered in the air, she yelped when it hit her, and all patrons turned to look. Angus could not be embarressed in his stupor, and the town relied on his inn. No one would dare say a word, nor would anyone mind the barkeep had left her station for the stoop of the backroom with soft muffled wailing.

Dragged by her curls he pinned her against a casket corner. Towering over the halfling he pushed his hands into her breasts. Grabbing roughly and caressing childishly. “By the Coral Emperor you little hill goblins have such fat tits. Tiny packages, but very…endowed.”

Mortified, she tried to look away, disassociating, but he slapped her and squeezed her nipples and cheeks till she rescinded her recalcitrant attitude and looked him in the eyes. Oily black orbs of wet mucus peering into her, “you asked me for this whore. I always knew you were a vicious trollop, waiting for the first moment someone wants you to spread your legs. Dumb cunt, always waving those tits abouts everywhere! Asking for it! You were begging me, and I knew. Everyone already suspects you and your mother of being whores. What else, you live alone together, what about those boys who used to hang around you? Bet they tasted you first. Whores don’t stay virgins for long, and you are a whore. Whore Witch wench.”

She refuted it, detested it, but could not utter a peep. Her wails were hushed and constant, though it only excited Angus Cod further, his phallus becoming harder for Havilah to ignore at her height. Most of all she was embarrassed and ashamed. She had asked for it, and at this moment, she felt that justified her own torment.

-1 WIS

Pulling his hands under her dress he touched her vagina, shoved his unwashed slimy fish hands into her. He only relented when the waves of the river signaled his wife’s return. A mercy which Havilah was forcibly spared.