Into the lap!

Aefleda merely shrugs, though you see her hiding a smirk. "If you wish to make the extra coin, then I'd be happy to tend to their drinks."

Your cheeks blush brightly as you fidget where you stand. Two silver pieces... That's no small sum, but do you really have the heart to join the man at the table? He's rough, and covered in dirt, but surprisingly not smelly and even handsome in a rugged way. Aefleda subtly pinches your ass and you yelp. The me roar in laughter as she raises an eyebrow and insists. "Surely you can offer a bit of hospitality to these hard working men. " She gives you a gentle shove, and before you can protest, the large man reaches out and grabs you by the wrist.

"Right you are Aefleda. Why, I only come here because of your abundant hospitality." He mocks a more formal intonation as he turns you around, and sweeps your knees out from under you. You yelp again as you find yourself falling into his lap. The man reclines in his chair and wraps a hand around your waist, but seems content to hold you there as he turns your attention back to the other men.

Your back presses against his firm chest and you marvel. Even when you were a male, you weren't the Adonis like specimen who's company you now share. His body is tough with muscle, but relaxed. His movements are sure, but soft. A thrill goes through your belly, but you're not sure if it's humiliation or adoration. You feel him shift beneath you, and one of your hands grasps onto his thigh to steady yourself. He seems to interpret the action differently than you intended, and returns the favor, placing his own hand on your thigh.

Immediately the raucous calls resume.
"You gonna share that dessert?"
"How come you always get the girl..."
"Hey boss, is she a real girl, or is she like Aefleda?"

That last one causes you to perk up in surprised curiosity, but before you can ask about that Aefleda returns with a trey of food and drinks. "Enjoying your break Tulia?" She winks. "Don't worry, Miss Amara approves of entertaining the guests as long as we have the time. As for the rest of you lot!" She puts one hand on her hip as she holds the trey and addresses the crowd. "I don't see why misstress even lets you in here." She mocks them as she hands out their food and drink. "This is a fine establishment. What she's doing letting a bunch of gladiators in is beyond me." They all jeer and mock Aefleda in return, but it's clearly all in good fun.

While the men are distracted you feel the boss's hands begin to wander. His one hand takes his drink as if nothing at all is going on, while his other begins to slip up higher and higher between your thighs. You close them tight, but his tickling fingers are persistent, and with each passing moment your breath becomes more thirsty as your face becomes flushed with curious arousal. "T-This can't be! It... It's this body!" You tell yourself. And yet... As his hand presses a little higher a decision awaits you...