Take her to your room

You enter your room at the inn. Only a single candle lights the dingy space, revealing a straw loft bed in the corner. The floor slats barely cover the tavern below, and you can hear the bemused and satisfied patrons in nearby rooms.

"Not my dream stead, but it shall do for now," you mumble to yourself, before stumbling to your bed.

The journey to reach this village (and the tournament) has been a long one. With a sigh of satisfaction, you twist your body around so you can take in the sight of the barmaid. She's standing near the door, with her head down; her long, dark locks of hair drape down to cover her fair breasts.

"What do you wish, Master?" she says, in a humble and unassuming voice.