He refuses

"I'm sorry, girl," Thror finally says, making your heart sink. "This quest is too important, too personal, for us to take companions."

"But-"

"Quiet, Dukash!" He snaps, silencing your only ally. Placing a hand on your shoulder, he forces you to back out of the room. As you pass the doorway, his eyes seem to become remorseful.

"Please, sir," you beg, beginning to tear up. "I have nowhere else to go!"

He hesitates for a second, and a bubble of hope rises in your chest. Sadly, his resolve wins out. "I am sorry. You seem like a fine adventurer. I wish you the best." Without another word he slams the door in your face, leaving you naked and alone in the hallway. For a few moments, you contemplate knocking but your fear of Thror stops you. The hulking half-orc could easily overpower you. You do not want to tempt his anger. Besides, you can hear the scolding he was giving his brother and it is not pretty! With no other options, you head back down the hallway and descend the stairs.

Re-entering the tavern, you feel incredibly ****. Without Dukash to defend you, you are completely helpless and on the wrong side of town. You can already feel the eyes of the patrons on you. Their gazes seem to **** you, crawling across your skin to your most private regions. You feel utterly exposed, cursing your large assets for drawing so much attention. You consider hurrying across the room and out of this dive. However, you fear the vagrants and vandals on the streets even more. With no other options, you sheepishly shuffle over to the bar, where the pissed off bartender is waiting for you.

"The half-orcs already done with your services?" Victor scoffed, cleaning an empty mug. "I knew you were a whore. I'm gonna have to fine those boys for bringing you into my establishment. Now get!"

"Please sir," you plead, hearing the patrons commenting on your ass. "Can I just stay here for the night. I... I'm afraid to go out like this."

"Don't care," he growls, slamming the mug onto the bar. "Rules are rules. No whores!"

"I'm not a whore!" You protest, getting ****. "Please, is there any way I can earn my keep? I can clean or maybe cook? I know healing magic if you need that. Please, sir, I'll do anything!"