Look for someone else to torment (New Encounter)

*I'd just like to give a special thank you to Wulfblade for letting me add my own absurd nonsense to his wonderful story.*

Deciding the poor woman has suffered enough (at least for now), you decide to go off in search of other prey. That, and you feel like stopping by the tavern for a drink anyway (stripping beautiful women all day is thirsty business!).

You zip across town looking for a fun place to stop, finally deciding on a rather ramshackle-looking place called "The Welcoming Wench." You choose it not because of the amusing name (you've heard better), but because of what's outside of it.

Standing in front of the door are two women dressed in rather shabby cloaks. One of them is taller, around 5' 8", with wavy, light brown hair that comes down to her shoulders. She's blushing and has her hands up to try to shield a bit of her face. She's bigger and bulkier than her compatriot, and a quick flip of her cloak reveals she's wearing ornate, if rather old-fashioned armor.

Next to her is a smaller, scrawny, bookish woman wearing great big, thick glasses. She looks like a librarian, you think to yourself. Her brown hair is up in a bun, and she is dressed in a simple but elegant robe underneath her cloak. She's angrily pointing her finger at a chubby, frumpy, middle-aged woman who is currently barring the entrance to the tavern.

You decide to sneak inside and help yourself to a beer before zipping back out, sitting down on a bench, and watching this show. You take a sip as time slows back down to normal.

"Beat it! I don't got room for cheapskates, and I don't do credit," says the hostile hospitality worker.

"How dare you refuse shelter to a noble!" The tiny terror yells at the disinterested tavern owner. "This is Lady Hilda Brandt! The legendary swordswoman!" She says as she gesticulates at her bigger companion.

You look over at the taller one, Hilda apparently, who's face grows redder as this goes on. "S-Sally..." she mumbles.

"If she's so legendary, how come she don't got 2 gold for a room?" The wench asks with a smug grin.

The short woman, Sally, stops cold. "Uh... w-well... you see..."

Hilda puts her hand on Sally's shoulder. "Come on Sally, let's get out of here."

Sally looks up to Hilda and sighs, seeming to deflate in an instant. "Y-yes milady..."

The two start to walk away, obviously demoralized as the smug tavern owner smirks and walks back inside.