Give

It was around 1 in the morning, and the weekend crowd at Trade’er S Inn, your uncle’s bar, was slowly dying down. And your shift was finally over. You find the young tiefling girl that you had been training, sitting on the stairwell to the cellar, her back to you, slouched forward with her head held and nestled between her hands. Mila was hired just a few days ago. You watched her doing her best, bouncing from table to table, sitting with and drinking with the customers, getting them to buy more bottles while brushing off their advances, and molesting touches, gropes, and fingers that lingered on her body without her consent. The first weekend, you remember, was more than a bit overwhelming.