Onward to the Inn

"Thanks, but I think I'll take my chances at the Inn," you tell Doneti.
"Suit yourself fucking slut," he tersely grumbles as he turns around and leaves you to continue down to the inn. You've never had a chance to see the inside of the inn, but you only heard that many of the rough men of the village and the road stop by to quench their thirst and pass out in its flea-infested beds.

The inn is a full three stories and the largest building around with a basement that serves as its kitchen. It was named the Dancing Cock after its previous owner died due to being pecked to **** by chickens. Apparently he owed someone money and they didn't appreciate his late payments. The current owner is some man named Klaus and he runs the place along with his wife, Helena. You decide that before entering the inn at such a late hour you should try to clean yourself off. You go into the stables by the inn and use some of the water your mother gave you to clean your hair and face. Deciding that is the best you can do, you push the big wooden door in and enter.

The musky smell of **** and cooked pork fills your nostrils and your stomach grumbles. The room is darkly lit by a few candles here and there. You notice the serving girls clad in tight corsets and and short skirts going to and thro carrying pitchers and food. You head to a desk upon which is the feet of a man leaning on his wooden chair. He's smoking tobac and drinking from a mug. He has graying-black hair and a very large nose , along with a set of gleaming green eyes.

"How can I help you lassie? This isn't the type of place for a good girl to wander in," he says.
"Are you Klaus?" He nods.
"Well, I need a place to stay since my father just kicked me out of his house," shit you probably told him a bit too much.
"Ah, you wouldn't happen to be that girl they made walk through the village naked?" You are too ashamed to say anything so you just nod a solid yes at him. "Well then I might just have something for you, if you need a place to stay. The work I can give you is straight from my wife and it's rough stuff indeed. We have a bit too many wenches serving here, so it's the kitchen for you cleaning and cooking. Your hands won't be all that pretty after you're done and we might have a place for you to sleep outside in the spare shed or stables." The thought of sleeping in the damp and cold hay next to horse shit doesn't really sound all that appealing to you. He looks you up and down his eyes caught by the shape of your form.

"However, I might have something else for you upstairs. A room that you'd have to share with, well, me." Ha, men always want the same thing. Looks like you upgraded from sleeping with Doneti with sleeping with the innkeeper, a married one at that. You could always take his offer and work in his wife's kitchen.