Some persuasion

If the war had taught Arn anything, it was that if something was good to be true, it usually was. He hadn't come this far just so tavern strumpet could lead him into a back alley ambush.

He left Milla's seductive words hanging and took a swing of brandy while he once more discreetly scanned the room to see if anyone was watching.

”What's there to think about, handsome?” asked Milla. ”You need to spend the night somewhere, and my place has a lot to offer compared to the rooms of this place.”

”Oh, like what?” Arn asked.

”Cushions! You haven't rested on a pair of those for a while I reckon”, Milla said with a warm giggle, causing her heavy bosom to jolt under her thin blouse.

Arn felt his heart pounding and furthermore his cock coming to life.

Milla inclined her head slightly and studied the vigilant Arn with interest.

”So Arn, darling,” she said inquisitively. ”Just what is it that brings you to the city?”

”Business,” he answered.

”Oh, what kind?” Milla said and filled up both their mugs.

”The kind that is none of yours,” Arn said and took another sip.

”Milla got up and rose to her feet. Arn feared that his sullen comments had scared her off. But Milla just sensually strutted around the table and resolutely placed her well-rounded bottom in his lap. She grabbed Arn's arm, put it around her shoulders and locked her eyes onto his.

”Alright, my mysterious stranger. But whatever that business is I'm sure it can wait until tomorrow.” she purred. Tonight I'm your business.”

Her face was even prettier up close with her warm green eyes, cheeks with dimples, inviting plump lips and flaming locks of red hair curling down her shoulders. She leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Arn's lips.

”So... shall we?” she asked.

Arn just nodded. Her kiss made him forget all about ambushes.

Milla stood up, took Arn by the hand and led him towards the door. He followed her lead, and while doing his best to conceal his raging erection, he asked:

”Uhm, how can a mere tavern wench afford a place of her own?”

”Business,” she said teasingly.

”The none of the mine kind?”

”We'll see,” Milla giggled, and the two of them left the tavern.