The evening hours

Monday evening. Just you, the bar, and... your favorite guest.

"*Hiek I have fucked whores from many different kingdoms. Whores with *hiek brown skin from the Orient, black from the South, and *hiek big, burly women from the cold North. But none is looking as tasty as *hiek your wife."

You were just about to pour him his sixth glass.

You'd like to cut out his tongue, but as long as he was drinking and paying, he was still keeping you afloat with his money. So you grit your teeth and endure his bullshit.

"If I were you, I wouldn't let her out of bed at all and keep her permanently pregnant. How *hiek big her tits would be after her fourth or fifth child?"

He emptied his cup with a hearty gulp.

"But unfortunately, I'm not you, and secondly, I don't have the time, because *hiek tomorrow I'm going on a ship. For at least two years back in *hiek the Orient."

Did you just hear that right? So this is the last time? Seriously now? You can hardly believe your luck. You'll still miss his money, though.

"And that's why..." he threw a bag of money on the table. There must have been something between 200 and 300 gold inside.

"...I want for this night. This one night I want *hiek her to warm my bed and not yours."