Robin follows the ruffians upstairs

"Hey, she's supposed to be working!" Bartouse protested as the group of men and Connie lead Robin past the bar, toward the stairs.

"Call it 'Premium Services'" Dariel shot back a grin as he flipped the other man a coin. Bartouse shrugged and muttered something about 'useless sluts' under his breath before he went back to pouring another round of beers for some other table.

The group surrounded Robin as they ushered her up the stairs, hands both pushing her forward, and finding opportunities to reach and touch places she probably wouldn't have let them if she was a few drinks more sober. They threw open the door to a room with two old beds, a mirror, and not much else and the lot of them squeezed inside.

Robin glanced over to see that Connie was already half naked, apparently having been stripped of her top on the way upstairs without Robin noticing. The hands tugging at her dress seemed to want her to do the same, but Robin shooed them away as much as she could, backing up into the middle of a group of them. She had seen Emmaline do some rather... creative things to get out of clothing, and she felt confident that she would also be more than up to the task.

"No need to be sho... so... eager!" Robin said, taking a couple of tries to get entire through the phrase. She didn't remember how many mugs of that strong ale she had downed, and was only vaguely aware of the fact that it was still hitting her harder every minute. She reached down, teasing for a moment before tugging the fabric of her blouse over her perky breasts, to a round of agreeable cheers from the men.

Robin looked over to see that one of the men had already pinned Connie to the bed, fucking her hard from behind while she screamed in delight. Robin frowned as she realized just how far behind she was, but felt a small bit of pride as she realized that the other five men had apparently chosen her over the other woman.

Her hands wandered downward, fumbling with the buttons of her corset for a few moments before she finally managed to undo one. The dress had felt complicated enough to put on, now taking it off seemed even more difficult. Robin's complete focus on trying to get through the few buttons made her forget entirely about trying to keep this whole thing sexy, as she had basically shifted to just standing there fumbling at her shirt.

"Aw to hell with it!" One of the men groaned after several drawn out moments. Robin looked up to see him walking toward her. A strong arm lifted her gingerly off the ground and tossed her back on to the bed. The man climbed on top of her, pushing up Robin's dress and pulling aside her underwear, his cock already free. "Fer a whore you sure ain't very good at getting naked." he said as he pressed his cock against her outer folds.