Tiny's Tavern

04/20/2024

This follow-up update includes the newest smutty chapter to the story, this time highlighting Scarlet. Since Scarlet isn't the main focus of this particular path, however, this will NOT be the cannon events of this storyline. I am aware that not everyone is here for the story, though. So I've added this interaction inside the "sex menu" that's listed below. As always... I recommend you dive into story so you can learn who you are reading about. With Scarlet, this matters especially since Scarlet goes through a lot of physically changes.

The next chapters will continue Arabella's part, and there will be MORE sex. Sooner rather than later.

There's a good chance that Arabella's non-sexual chapters will be introduced to the story in silence, but I'll be sure to announce AND add these new sex chapters separate from the main path.

Latest shortcut located here!

Sex Menu updates:

• "One Hit Wonders!" updated w/ "Summer"
• "Scarlet" updated w/ Sloppy, Drunk Sex (w/ condom)

!!YOU CAN CUSTOMIZE YOUR FIRST AND LAST NAME, AS WELL AS YOUR PREFERRED DRINK!! FEEL FREE TO USE (or ?) THIS EMBRACED MECHANIC!!

!!YOU CAN ADD YOUR CHAPTERS TO THE STORYLINE TOO!!

The year is 2483. It's been 500 years since a nuclear war broke out between the United States and the Soviet Union. This tragic event was triggered by human error during the Able Archer 83 exercise between the NATO nations. Already on-edge, the Warsaw Pact countries reacted violently on the third day of the exercise when it seemed they were going to be confronted with an immediate invasion from the NATO-locked superpowers. Missiles were launched, and retaliation was due. The world burned in nuclear fire for hundreds of years, snuffing out countless lives. Factions came and went in the husks that were once great nations. Some places were better off than others, but when they failed to maintain order and proper adjustments to the new normal, they too crumbled. Steadily, communities grew stronger, allowing the weaker ones to grow too. A slow (but brutal) grind started to shape a new normal. Humans are, after all, resilient creatures.

...When new ways don't work, people tend to go back to old ones, even if they don't realize it. There was a rebirth of bandits and gunslingers, bounty hunters and contractors. In times of hardship, the good things tend to shine the brightest. Unfortunately, the good things were broken rather quickly. That did, however, allow a booming business for different security outfits to help piece some of the broken lights, even if it wasn't out of the goodness of their hearts.

This is where you step in. You are an ex-member of a tightly woven security unit. You decided to turn it in after the job got too repetitive and dry. You kept some of the hardware, as well as the uniform. Of course, as you strayed away from it, you made some of your own additions to the uniform.

You wanted to try your hand in bounty hunting but found it to be too straightforward at times, and sometimes the bounties didn't always seem quite... genuine. Despite being relatively young, your background was extensive and filled with experience. You became a private contractor, a glorified bounty hunter that required more thinking and talking than mindless shooting and chasing. You took work wherever it was and did it as well as you could. Your reputation grew gradually, taking you city to city, town to town, then village to village. The more rural the area, the nastier the contracts became since the sense of law grew shorter and shorter.

Eventually, your contracts led to the middle of nowhere, far north nearing the border of what used to be Canada. Fat with cash, and no means of travel, the situation wasn't ideal but wasn't hopeless. You'd just have to survive the winter until an opportunity presented itself in the spring. Until then, you continued building your nest.

It's late one night when you return from a contract. The tavern you've decided to take shelter in is old; rumor has it that it even pre-dated launch day. It looked to be original, with only a few minor renovations done every once in a while; by some kind of miracle, it seems, it was not yet crumbling. You've been here for almost half a year now. Everyone knows who you are and what you do—a place this small allows for fast-traveling information. You are not, however, the only non-local here. The barmaid who works here isn't from around these parts either, and she's taken a particular liking unto you. Your small interactions with her were growing into deep conversations and meaningless Q&As. You'd be lying to yourself if you weren't growing fond of her too!

Delilah, the barmaid, bounces up to you in the empty bar area. Her shoulder-length, choppy brown hair sways as she finds you sitting on the table. She chirps her greetings, offering a glass of water. The water here tasted awful, but it somehow tasted better when it came from her. She beamed at you with a smile but frowned a bit when she noticed your beaten appearance. She'd seen you in worse conditions but never enjoyed the sight of you when you returned hurt.

You were roughed up a bit during your contract, and it was showing. She sat across from you and placed her hands out in front of her. Her light makeup covered her tanned skin, which complimented her bright, glowing teal-colored eyes. Her glossy lips curl in an amused smile like she was trying to cheer you up.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Delilah offers her company. Her voice is small but inviting.

As she tilts her head, you notice that there's another figure in the tavern. It wasn't uncommon to see lonely figures here. You were alone some nights if Delilah had either left or not worked at all. The figure sat near the unlit fireplace hunched over. It doesn't seem like he's given either one of you too much attention. Something about him, though, makes you want to go over and visit. Before your mind can get too far into who that could be though; you bring your attention back to Delilah and stare at her. She’s still smiling as she waits for your answer.