Taking Orders

Now all eyes were on her. There was plenty of whistling and catcalling as Valerie went from table to table. Worse than the eyes were the hands. Her ass was slapped and grabbed after just about every table. But she kept it in. She couldn't start fights... as much as she wanted to.

For the most part, though, it had been kept to the crude remarks and the slaps. That was, until, she reached the last table she needed to check on. They were three very intimidating lizardfolk. She knew the colors they worse, too: they were part of a very notorious crime syndicate. On any other day, she would take them in. But for now...

"Hello, gentlemen. I'm assisting the manager tonight. What can I get you?" She asked with a plastic smile.

"Sit with us for a moment," one of them said.

The last thing she wanted to do was upset these guys, so, at the very least, she could sit with them for a brief respite.

"Good girl. More elves should be like you: docile and submissive. How much to purchase you?" The lizardman put his arm around her and pulled her closer to him.

"Oh, um, I'm not for sale. I'm just trying to get some information on how to get to the Demon Kingdom," she hoped that bit of information would scare them off, but it only seemed to make things worse.

His tongue flicked against her cheek while he kept his hold on her. "As luck would have it, we have a trade route that could get you there. All you'd need is the paperwork to make it through the checkpoints."

"That... seems too good to be true." She was skeptical. Something like that didn't come without strings attached.

"All I ask is that you share a drink with us after your shift is up. Don't want to upset the manager by stepping on his toes. Gotta at least fulfill the deal with him first." It was another too-good-to-be-true offer. And yet...