She's too frightened

"I can't." She mumbles, "I'm sorry" she adds her eyes flitting to the locked door of Alrechi's room. "I just can't." You aren't surprised, not really, but instead of giving up a second thought crosses your mind.

"Take off your clothes girl." You tell her as you shrug out of your distinctive black blouse.

"What, Here? Now?" The bar maid's confusion grows discernibly. Did she think you intended to fuck her in the hall way?!

"I need your dress to get my knives back girl." You explain quickly "Hurry-up!" you add when she stands in the hallway frozen in hesitation.

"He'll kill me if he learns I helped you." Once again she glances at the locked door behind you. With a short exasperated sigh you grab her by the upper arm and pull her towards the door. You could hear tiny whimpers growing in volume as she sees where you intend to take her.

"Shut up!" Your words are fierce if quiet and she obediently silences her whimpers until the door swings open, but then lets out a gasp of surprise when she sees Alrechi's battered body tied firmly to the bed posts.

"He can't hurt you, Honey." You assure her as you close the door behind you and drop the heavy bar in place. "Not any more. Now get out of that frock." Dumbly she complies exposing her large pale tits and round belly. There is something odd about those tits. A closer look reveals scaring around the pink nipples as well dark strips of discoloration from where ropes had been tied too tightly, for too long. On the bed Alrechi licks his lips, his eye switch back and forth between your hard body and the bargirl’s lush curves and scarred breasts. You notice his impressive cock stiffening in response to the visual stimulation. He tries to speak but thankfully the tight gag in his mouth muffles the words, no wonder the barmaid was too afraid to help you.

"Stay in here," You tell the girl, "and stay away from him." You add as you notice her sudden interest in the dark nobleman on the oversized bed.

Her dress is much too large for your lean frame, but pulling the ties as tight as you could made it fit reasonably well especially once you wrap her apron tightly around your waist. In the hallway you pick up the bucket the barmaid had been carrying and carrying it in front of you to further enhance the disguise. Would Alrechi's men notice your hair was much darker than the barmaid's, would they even care? You doubt that you'd accept any more bullshit from these thugs, if they try to grab you they are going to start losing body parts.

At the bottom of the stairs you see the two prostitutes surrounded by four or five men each, but several others apparently sated for now lounge by the bar and a couple of them eye you as you enter the room. One climbs slowly to his feet and starts sauntering in your direction his pants falling comically to his ankles as he starts to move. Miming the barmaid's whimpering to the best of your ability you curtsy and point to the pile of knives on the nearby table.

"He wants to use these on her." You wait gripping the hilt of Alrechi's curved blade tightly behind the bucket. The man nods with a knowing smirk not at all bothered that his semi-erect cock was flopping about for you to see.

"She pissed him off something bad then." Quickly you drop your collection of knives into the bucket and with another curtsy head back to the stairway.

"Wait, bitch!" His words are loud enough to cut through the sounds of rutting at the tables and the laughter of men at the bar.