Overhears the tavern gossip

Lauren took a deep breath and turned to leave the room. As she stepped into the hallway, she heard the sound of laughter coming from the tavern. The door was open a crack, and she couldn't help but peek inside, and see the tavern patrons all laughing.

"She's the chosen princess?!" One exclaimed. "She looks like the softest babe I've ever seen!"

"She's little more than a child!" Pointed out one of the bar maidens. "With her flat chest, and she has no hair down there!"

"She doesn't have the butt of a child!" Laughed an old farmer. "Her backside is bigger than that of my largest cow!"

Lauren felt the humiliation wash over her in waves. Her pride stung and she clenched her fists, fighting the urge to storm in and give them a piece of her mind. But she knew that would only make it worse. Instead, she took a deep breath and focused on the mission at hand. She was here to save the realm, not to win a beauty contest.

They left the tavern, and the knight's eyes remained on her, his gaze intense. "You must be strong," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "You are the chosen one, and we have much to do."

Courtney nodded, her jaw set. "I'm ready," she said, trying to sound more confident than she felt. She didn't even know where they were going, but what choice did she have? She had no idea how to get home! She was a half naked girl, she relied on this knight, and had **** but to follow him on this seemingly endless quest.