Serena, slim and busty

Serena had watched Garin from the instant he entered the tavern. With straight black hair that reached the small of her back and piercing blue eyes, she had avoided serving other patrons just to stare. Her town was a small one, and most men were either ugly or fools. Although she couldn't account for the latter just yet, she was thoroughly impressed by Garin's physical appearance.

Serena had been waiting for weeks to encounter someone worth taking to bed, and she was beginning to get ****. She decided that unless Garin was incredibly stupid or rude, she would offer her body to the traveling knight.

She pulled the front of her corset lower than it would normally sit, ensuring anyone who looked would have a good view of her 34DD breasts. Her nipples hid just beneath the top of the red material, as her supple breasts appeared as if they wished to burst out of the corset.

Serena then picked up a tray and swung her hips as she walked confidently towards the table where the lone traveler sat.

Garin, meanwhile, had been waiting to be served. His mind had wandered to some of the many women he had loved during his travels. His fond memories were gone the instant he saw his waitress, however. Leaning over the table, Garin had an excellent view of the woman's cleavage, and he could feel his cock grow in his pants instantly as lustful thoughts of the present filled his mind.

"Hey, stranger," Serena smiled coyly, adding a wink. "What'll it be?"

"The best you've got, gorgeous," Garin smiled, making it clear his intention was the same as Serena's.

"Certainly."

The waitress smiled and left the table, returning a few moments later with a frothy ale.

"This one's on me," she smiled.

"I like the idea of that," Garin grinned, imagining himself being on her, lost in lustful passion.

Serena leaned in closer, her large breasts jiggling slightly right in front of the knight's face.

"If you want the best service we have to offer, come to room 7 at midnight tonight..."

And with that, Serena walked away, hips swinging, quietly confident that the knight would follow.