First mess with the serving wench a bit

You wait a bit longer, until the soldiers depart. You're left alone in the tavern now, except for the serving wench who also minds the bar on slow days like this.

You raise your hand to get her attention, and gesture for her to come over to get your order. She's pretty, voloptuous and has bright red hair. Her top is a corset laced together in the front and the back, which only narrowly contains her considerable assets, and she's wearing a long skirt.

"What can I get ya, love?"