Gilia goes to work

It's early in the evening, and the Crooked Cock isn't yet crowded. A bare handful of local men - and one or two working women, and one wife - sit in the low-ceilinged taproom, chatting as Gilia makes her way from the hall into the dingy space. Outside, the sun is moving toward the horizon, shining through the thick glass windows.

"Your turn tonight, eh?" Helga mutters to her as they meet at the bar. The petite, redheaded halfling woman is Gilia's closest friend - an age-mate and another native of Mudrin. They didn't know each other growing up, but they've gotten close now that they work for - and under - the same man. Gilia nods silently. "Ugh. At least you're about the right size. My cunny's always sore when he's done with me."

"I think that's the orc cock," another voice says with a giggle. Gilia rolls her eyes as Mira flounces up. The blonde girl is curvy, pale-skinned, and both silly and insatiable. When they were children, Mira was one of the golden children of Mudrin, praised for her looks and charm. Well, she's still praised for those things, but in somewhat different fashion...her loose ways are well-known, in certain circles. "He leaves me sore, too, most times. I love it!"

"Good for you," Gilia says dryly. Luron emerges from the back with his apron on and takes up his position behind the bar, and the three girls turn to him.

"Try to get folks to buy the stew tonight, it's gettin' full," the proprietor growls. "Also, thinkin' we'll do a show. Two hours after sundown. I'll decide who later."

Gilia frowns. Wait, what? I thought he was planning for me to dance... She glaces sideways at Mira, who's beaming. That bitch. Is she trying to take my spot? I'll have to get Luron to promise me the work...I need the coin more than her, her parents are both still alive!

"Go on, then, get," Luron rumbles, waving his hands at them. The serving girls disperse to begin working the tables, and Gilia smiles as she approaches her first customers.