Pity

"What are you up to? A bit of drank and wank, eh?", Bev laughs at the obviously flustered girl who's desperately transforming the thin sheet, all that remains in the room beside the cheap furnishings.

"Please, I've been robbed, I have to file a police report!", Jorella tries to think of what to do as she scrabbles over her hairy, ripe, well fucked privates.

"Oh, no need to worry about coppers, I already sent a boy figuring you'd try to pull some stunt like this. You have a VERY large bill, and without the means to pay for it they'll put you in the workhouse, I should suspect. Untwining rope and retwining it to increase the length of its use. You will be barefoot, with little more than a sheet for cover, so get used to it. You'll be WORKING a full 16 hours and eating just enough mush to keep you going until you finally pay me back every penny, IF you can ever pay me back.", Bev blustered and began to feel the familiar tingle in her loins these high-born hussies gave her when they fell, far, far from grace.

But Jorella wasn't haughty or bitchy any longer, she was bawling like a babe.

"Oh, I can't stand to see a grown woman cry. Fine, you have one hour to pay off your debt before I really do get the coppers on you. I fancy you'll be needing the sheet, so I'll just add that to your bill. One fifteen year old sheet of linen, should be worth fourteen gold, at least."

"Th-thank you.", Jorella whimpers as she clutches the sheet around her and staggers down the stairs, not even in her stocking feet.

That's when Jorella spied a familiar face at the bar.