At her regular inn, performing.

Chloe smiled as she strummed her lyre and sang for the patrons of Black Veil Inn that cheered and whistled at her. She blushed as some of the male patrons made comments about her once again. “Wow, she’s a fine lass. I’d love to see what she looks without dem tunics,” one patron, Michael said. “Bet she’s got a fine body.”

Chloe tried to ignore the comments like she always did as she sang about the Dragon King who ruled the lands with his roaring powers. The legend that said that he could talk to the dragons and command them and used them to rule over his people until the day his heir overthrew him and took over.

Chloe was wearing a black tunic and matching leggings. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it did the job. It’s not like Chloe could afford anything else. She of course had undergarments underneath specifically a sheer undertunic. It was better than nothing.