The Innkeep plays it safe...sort of

"Arimneste." Thanos said, shaking the girl awake. "We are arrived. Arcadia is at hand." The girl stirred, a faint smile on her lips.

"And I've yet to be ravished by a goat man." she said. Thanos held his mouth in a neutral grimace.

"My lady, I am afraid that may not be true for long. The innkeeper has some rather vulgar demands. I am to sleep among the commoners. But he has something he is demanding of you. I beg your forgiveness, but a slave boy saw you and told him of your arrival before I could secure lodging. These rural folk...well, they aren't as civilized as Athenians." Arimneste drew herself up, still somewhat groggy from sleep. Her blonde locks of hair fell over her shoulders.

"And what does this "innkeep" demand?" she asked. Thanos looked down, doing his best to be the somber, humble slave.

"Better you ask him yourself." he replied. Her indignant tone blasted any sympathy he had for her. She just shrugged, and stepped off of the chariot. She truly was the most radiant, and beautiful thing this goat town had ever seen. He followed her into the inn, and guided her to the backroom. The innkeep turned as Thanos closed the door.

"Lady." the innkeep said. Arimneste nodded, never having been in this situation before. "I'll not play with words. Your slave can sleep in the common quarters this week, and you in a private room. In payment, I'll need one Oboli a night from you, as well as your company from dusk till midnight. Otherwise, you'll have to sleep in the common area with the drunkards and madmen. I trust I don't have to tell you what will befall you there..." Arimneste cocked her head, and looked to Thanos. He motioned back to the innskeep. "...or perhaps I do. You'll be sodomized, all night; your chastity forfeited to half a dozen men at first and then to them that arrive afterwards, and your mouth violated again and again until you choke of the ejaculate of two dozen goatherders. I don't suggest you travel inland any further, or you'll have the same done to you in some barn against your will, with the addition of various farm animals." Arimneste hung her head low. Not speaking.

"...In addition, certain men will take you in the Spartan way, one a night, and all of this you will get for one Obolus a night. This is my best, and final offer." The innkeep said.

"...Thanos? Is is what women in this land must do for a night's sleep?" she asked, in barely a whisper.

"...It is." he replied, conflict in his heart.

"...then I guess it shall be so."

"Excellent!" the innkeep replied. "I shall be the first to take you in the Spartan way." Arimneste nodded, and stood. The innskeep looked to Thanos, and saw his pained expression, this rippling muscles, and realized that if this deal was going to work, he'd probably need to give a little back. "In addition, you'll service this slave with your mouth whilst I do so." She glanced back, indignant.

"That was NOT part of the deal!" she said.

"No matter to me. The common areas have been dry for nearly a moon, and the locals are very, very anxious..."