Join the gamblers.

“Hey, boys,” you say, letting your hips sway like a charmed serpent as you approach their table. “Can I join in?”

They stare, open mouthed at you. Tybard, the apparent leader, is the only one who retains enough composure to speak. “G-got any coin?” he says, trying for a masculine growl to disguise his enraptured lust.

“No,” you say, “And I don’t know the game well. But I’m sure I can think of something else to bet.” You sit down. You know you’re committed now. These men a brutal thugs, and if you tease them like this and then try to leave, you’re certain they will jump you and **** you at the first opportunity. The thought sends a little thrill through you.

“A-alright, what are the bets,” Tybard demands. The three of them each push some coin into the centre of the table.

You smile. “If I lose this round,” you say slowly and sensuously, savouring each syllable, “I’ll show you my breasts.”

It many ways it’s not a valuable bet, since your outfit puts them on display anyway, but they aren’t complaining. You weren’t lying about your skill, as you know only the basic rules of the game, lose by a long way. With an exaggerated sigh, you pull the gauzy cups down off your breasts, exposing your nipples to the warm air of the tavern. Without bothering to replace them, you sweetly ask Kint to deal the next round, as it’s his turn.

You can tell all three men are rock hard, and you doubt they’re the only ones. They’re so distracted that you actually win the next two rounds, netting yourself a tidy amount of coin. But the fourth round goes to Obbo, who leers eagerly at you. “What’re you gonna show us now, lass?” he asks.

Without reply, you stand up and step lightly onto the chair. You bend over, gripping the back of the chair with one hand and being careful to keep your balance, until your luscious ass is pointing at the gamblers, hanging over the table. The entire tavern has gone silent, with everyone there holding their breath. With your free hand, you slowly and delicately work your thong to one side, showing everyone your moist, swollen pussy and your puckered asshole. A drop of wetness falls onto one of your cards, leaving a dark circle. You hear a crash as the innkeeper drops a mug.

Smiling wider, you turn and sit down without replacing your thong. You feel the cool, rough wood of the chair against your damp flesh and know you’ll be leaving a stain on the seat. You look at the gamblers, who are staring with stunned awe. “For the rounds after this,” you say, “I’ll start betting my holes. The winner of the next round gets my mouth. The one after that, my pussy. After that, my tight little ass. And if I lose a round after that… the three of you take me upstairs and I serve as your sweet little cum-gutter whore for the rest of the night.”

Before they can respond, you hear the kitchen door burst open. It’s the innkeeper’s daughter, a beautiful young woman in an apron called Yona. Her face is red with shock and fury – and lust for you, you guess, as you’ve seen her shy, naive glances. But now she’s driven by indignation, and you guess a strict church upbringing. “How dare you!” she shouts. “This is a respectable inn, not some… brothel! You stop this right now!”

You realise she’s made a mistake. It’s never a good idea for a gorgeous, virginal girl to start an argument with men like these, especially when they’re as horny as you’ve made them. You guess they’re all thinking about fucking her alongside you, and frankly you’re thinking about the same thing, and liking the idea. You know you should try and protect this sweet, innocent young girl, but right now the thought of watching her being ****, being made a woman by one of these men, or of eating her out while one of them ploughs you from behind, just makes you even wetter.