Skye finds an opportunity at a bar

"Not by myself, Bartouse!" the sound of an angry woman yelling from around a nearby corner caught Skye's attention as she walked down the main street of the city. Her interest piqued, it still took the timid girl some time to work her way through the crowd of ruffians to further investigate. She ducked and weaved behind backs and under arms, until she found herself close to the source of the noise.

A portly man, dressed in loose fitting clothing of rough make was pleading with a young buxom woman, though the way the tight dress she was wearing accented and emphasized her bust made it seem as though she was more top-heavy than Skye had even thought possible, even given her own sizable chest.

"But Lila, there's no one else I can even ask!" the man, apparently Barthouse, took her slender hand in two of his grubby ones. The woman jerked hers away, turning her back to him with a indignant 'hmph!'. Barthouse circled around, trying to get into her field of view, but Lila refused to give him as much as a single glance. "Lila, think of all the money you'll make! You've always been my best wench-- that is, er I mean my best waitress!" He grinned showing off several missing teeth.

"There's a reason I'm the only one that ever stuck around more than a few weeks!" Lila finally acknowledged him, staring anger up into the large man's eyes. "That group of ruffians you call 'customers'... do you know how many times I've been ogled? How many hands have tried to work their way up my skirt?!"

"Lila, I- well that's just a part of-" he started to speak. The words sounded rehearsed.

"No! I know you've seen every dirty bit of it, leering from behind your counter!" Lila raised a finger at him, jamming it in his face. "I'm done, Barthouse! I... I don't know what I'll do, but I'll find something!"

Skye ducked back behind the corner of the alleyway as Lila stormed past, rushing off into the busy street without as much as a glance over her shoulder. At first, Skye had only been listening in for the sake of idle curiosity, but now ideas were starting to form in her head. Taverns were hot-beds of information! ... or so she had read, at least, though it certainly made sense. What better than a lively atmosphere and a bit of **** to set people to talking about things they shouldn't?

She was certain that Barthouse was **** enough to accept any willing women at all! All she had to do was convince the other Bravos!

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