It's the De(s)cent Thing to Do

"I'll fix her little red wagon, bitch!", the poor serving wench whined.

Of all she had gone through no one had treated her so rudely!

True, she was just getting use to how the other half lives, but still, the nerve! Nouveau Riche bitch, herself Nouveau Pauvre, it was all too much, so she did the worst thing she could think of...she was going to DELIBERATELY screw up Jorella's order.

First thing was first, she wanted a piece of meat, well she wouldn't know a filet mingnon from a bull's asshole. And that gave the girl a wicked idea, she swapped the actual ass end she had been saving for herself and switched it with the choicest cut of meat the inn had.

Then she decanted a bottle of champagne into a empty cask to give herself a treat later, and perhaps ingratiate herself with the other servers.

Finally she poured in Elf Piss, collected from the Elves after drinking the elixir known as Elf Brandy, too strong for any human, but cycled through the system of an elf became the cheapest **** money could buy.

Swigging some of the bottle herself she blanched at the taste and giggled, then filled back what she had taken with her own blend before setting it all on a tray to bring back to Jorella: elf piss and a burned bull's ass.

"Thank you!", Jorella spat out automatically.

"Well, we hope we serve you right.", the girl grinned.