Begrudgingly she does

Contrary to her appearance, Monika was no brainless bimbo. She knew damn well what the host wanted. However, she also knew that she was low on options. As much as she wanted to tell him to fuck off, or simply just kill him for thinking she would accept, it was only a matter of time before Vanner’s men, her client, or even those weirdos outside would close in on her. They’d either corner her while searching for another place to crash, start asking questions, or would rat on her location as payback for pissing them off.

So that’s why the busty redhead decided to swallow her pride.

“Sure, handsome~” she smiled at him, shoving down all disgust down her throat.

The landlord’s grin widened, his eyes still glued onto her larger-than-life cleavage. “Wait right here, I’ll be back.”

He went to one of the waiters, a short, scrawny dwarf, and asked him to watch over the night in exchange for extra pay, to which the said waiter begrudgingly agreed. He quickly stumbled back to Monika, eyes still on her breasts. “Follow me, missy.”

The barkeeper was bombarded with cheers, whistles, or groans of disappointment as he slowly walked up the stairs leading her to his bed. Monika took the lead upstairs when she felt a sharp sting on her ass. Stifling a small yelp, she quickly looked to see who was ballsy enough to fondle her ass, before slowly turning away.

Normally, this would’ve been the part where she would’ve decked the closest asshole in the nose for being handsy. However, as much as she hated to, she had to let it go, else she would attract more attention to herself than she already has. Still, looking around, hearing and seeing all the growls, snickers, and envy in their eyes all the while making comments about how the landlord’s a lucky one pissed her off to no end.

Although nothing was more spine-tingling as how the landlord kept his hand on her ass shamelessly in front of everyone, telling everyone that it belonged to him for the night. She hoped that he wouldn’t start groping her tits with his hands next. His eyes were more than enough in front of everyone.

She shrugged it all off with a playful roll of her eyes as they kept moving forward.

Both reached the bedroom door, where, for once, the landlord took his eyes off of her and reached for his pockets, pulling out a rusty key. He unlocked the door, but it remained in its hinges. Grunting, he pushed on it, kicking it once until it finally opened, revealing his room.

Monika suspected that the man’s room would be a pigsty, and she was correct. Discarded clothes scattered on the floor, drawers were left half-open and hastily jammed with clothes, beer cups and smoked tobacco were left on them, she had to resist the urge to start cleaning for him like his maid just to make the situation a little more bearable for herself.

There were also posters of women in suggestive poses, ranging from humans, dark elves, and orcs, with tears and stains in which Monika didn’t wish to think much about.

But, much like the tavern, she liked how primal the room was. Plus, the bed was surprisingly large enough to fit the two of them, and the pillows looked decent enough.

“It’s a bit messy but it’s better than nothing,” the man grunted as he trudged through his room, grabbed a beer cup and chugged its old contents down. The beer trickling down his chin as he hastily finishes his drink, he sets the cup on the same spot before letting out a loud belch, causing the bounty hunter to roll her eyes. “Home sweet home, baby.”

“Nice room you’ve got here,” the redhead replied simply as she gave the place another look around, kicking aside a pair of used underpants. Putting her hands on her hips, she glanced at the host who went back to staring at her cow tits. “Thanks for letting me in for a night or two.”

“Anytime toots. I always like helping ladies who are on the run.”

Monika raised her eyebrow a bit at what the bald man said. “Sorry, I have no idea what you’re-“

The host stopped her with a hand in the air. “Ah, don’t give me that crap. I don’t know who you are but I just know that you’re trying to run from someone or something. Frankly, I don’t give a shit who or why.”

The man grinned as he reached for a light and cigar, lighting one up. “I don’t doubt that those same folks are gonna be looking into Ordlun and then The Rolling Bear too hard. I’ll give you my word that my guys and I won’t say dick about you being here. Same with my customers. Just as long as you…do me a favor.” He licked and bit his lips.

“Ah, I see. How much is it gonna cost?” Monika wasn’t stupid. She knew what exactly he wanted but she still went for her coin purse.

“Nah. Not after your coin.”

The host sucked on his cigar before spitting out a cloud of smoke. He then roughly jammed his cigar into an ashtray. “I’ll cut to the chase. I’ve had my fair share of chicks but none like you. Not with one who has tits big as yours. In short, I wanna fuck you,” he said as he shamelessly rubbed his growing tent in front of the busty mercenary. “You scratch my itch, I’ll scratch your back. Whaddya say?”