After everything that's happened, what you need now is a hearty drink. You head to a small tavern in town, just off the main road. The prices are a little high, but the owners are friendly, and the atmosphere is welcoming. At least, it was. As you walk in you notice that the little pub has undergone drastic changes in such a short time.
The most obvious immediate change is that only women are sitting at the tables and benches. Every man in the place is sitting or kneeling on the floor. The balding, friendly man who used to be the bartender has been replaced with a stern-looking Orc woman. She is pouring drinks with one hand, whilst her other hand keeps twitching towards a vicious-looking dagger she's wearing on her hip.
You approach the bar and order a large glass of vintage wine. The woman laughs at you, a laugh that sounds almost like a growl.
"Do you think we would serve such drinks to a filthy man?" She asks with contempt. "The good wine is for the women, you can have warm, watered-down beer, or you can leave."
"Fine, I'll have a beer." You reply.
"Here you go." She says, thrusting a mug of what appears to be dirty brown water at you. "We don't take money here anymore, at least not from men. The Dark Lady has instituted a new system of payment, basically, I'm allowed to charge you whatever I want, and right now, I want to see you squirm, you spoiled little rich brat. Now, drop your pants and bend over the bar."
"What?" You splutter, unable to control yourself.
"You heard me." The bartender growled. "I want you to be humiliated in front of all these people here. In front of all the people that used to be your loyal subjects. I want them to see that you are no better than them. Drop your trousers, bend over the bar and let every woman in here spank you on the arse. That's the payment for the beer."
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