In the tavern.

You decide to leave her in the tavern, lying on her back, spread-eagled across one of these wide oblong wooden tables with her wrists and ankles attached to the table's legs. As soon as anyone walks in they'll see her lying there, and they'll be able to decide what they want to do with her. It can't stay quiet forever. You figure the after-work rush will start up in an hour or so.

You go and fetch some rope. It's the work of a moment to have her exactly where you want her. You're doing this all at super-speed, of course, so she won't awaken to her predicament until the end.

So much for that. Now you have some thoughts about her breasts. They're so big, so soft, so enjoyable to play with. You should do something fun with them.

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