End of day

The rest of the day was as uneventful as the first half. No new patrons, and nothing to clean or fix, so the three employees mostly lazed around as the sun dipped further into the horizon. Sindy would occasionally voice a horny question or two before spending an hour in the bathroom and making no effort to quiet her activities therein, but otherwise, the building was devoid of any energy. All three of them were grateful when their boss finally came around to say, "Closing time, friends. Enjoy this while it lasts; once we're up and running, this place will be hopping all night long."

"Can't wait, boss." Zeb responded, dryly.

"Oh, before I forget, take this," The boss tossed each of them a small key. "I've set up your living quarters, so you're free to move your things in whenever you'd like."

"Thank you, sir." L'Abbee replied. "Where are the rooms, by chance?"

"Oh, you'll find them wherever you need to, my boy." The man chuckled and tipped his hat. "You can put those delightful little trinkets into any locked door you find, and you'll be right at home. No travel required. Pretty neat stuff, huh?"

L'Abbee had seen items like this before; having a flexible hideout was useful in the smuggling and bandit trade. Still, he appreciated the gesture. Zeb seemed less than thrilled, though, as he trudged into the Employees Only room while Sindy plopped her ass in a plush chair near the back of the main room. The owner, who L'Abbee finally recognized as being of gnomish decent, made his way up to his office, humming a little tune to himself on the stairs. L'Abbee, having no extra obligations like the rest of his coworkers, simply left through the front doors.

Even this far into the night, Pilla had plenty of people still out and about. Maybe the businessman was right; the night scene would be very busy once they were open. The dark elf, however, had one concern in mind, that being the whereabouts of his wife and mother-in-law. He didn't anticipate Tina would be content to hide in that old barn all day, even without any clothes to her name. And Hilda struck him as the type to just go along with what her daughter wanted, seeing as she'd voluntarily accompanied them here without a stitch to her name, either. Finding two naked women in this place couldn't be that hard, right?

L'Abbee decided to try the barn first. Maybe they'd grown a bit of common sense this morning. As he walked down the street, he picked up some gossip from the people he passed by. One conversation stuck out, and caused him to turn around on the spot and listen more closely.

"I hope those two reprobates aren't going to become a trend. We have enough trouble on our hands without homeless naked women wandering about making a fuss."

"I don't know, they seem like charming enough ladies. We should give them a chance."

"Of course you'd say that, Gerald. Wouldn't want to hold your lecherous heart back, would we?"

"I must say, one of them looked a bit familiar. Do you suppose she's a noble or something?"

"Fat chance. A noblewoman parading herself around naked in this village? It'd be a scandal of epic proportions, like that time the queen went missing for several weeks only to turn up rolling around in the pig trough, naked as any of them."

"Or any of those times Lady Brandt came into town and ended up starkers in the stockade. Or starkers tied to the flagpost. Or starkers wandering around dancing like a forest nymph. I tell you, those were some fun times back then."

"Well, let's hope these two keep those 'fun times' to the bathhouse for now."

L'Abbee remembered where the bathhouse was; Zeb had mentioned it earlier today as a place to hang out without needing money. He dashed off in its direction, hoping his reprobate wasn't in any bad sorts.