Every once in a while, the Madam of Ame Corrumpue Manor liked stepping out to go for a drink in the town. This evening, she had chosen one of Rhy'Din's seediest taverns, simply because the half-dressed lady on the sign had caught her eye. She had sashayed into the building, wearing a short, light violet dress with V-angled black stripes and a deep, revealing neckline that allowed ample view of her cleavage.
Jamie had chosen her place at the bar, and had bought herself and a lady in a tight blue number a round of drinks. She was in the midst of a teasing conversation with that girl when Unwelcomed Attention sauntered his way over to them, adjusting his belt around his voluminous gut. He was large, smelly and bald, with muscles going away to fat and had bad teeth with bad breath. He had a few weapons sheathed in that belt and Jamie could only guess that he was an old has-been whose best years of combat were far into his past.
Naturally, Jamie feigned ignorance of his presence. Mortal slobs like this were far from being threats. But then Unwelcomed Attention dared to speak.
" 'Ullo shexy tingsh," the slob said, "muh name ish Olloff, and yuh look like yuh need shome company, like a shtrong man like me."
Jamie gave him a sidelong glance. "Mmm... that's a wonderful aroma of... ale, you're wearing," she said. A look into his beady eyes revealed how the subtext of the words went over his head. Instead, he persisted.
"I'm a great warriuh, yuh know," he said, more stench passing through his lips. "And I gotsh a long, hard shword jusht for yuh, if yuh know wut I mean...."
Jamie peered down briefly at the bulge in his pants and found it hard to resist a chuckle. "Oh please, I've seen bigger. In fact, I have one that's bigger." Dismissively, she twitched two of her fingers and Unwelcomed Attention went soaring through the room, the door, across the street, and into a wine barrel in an alley.
From above, a seagull relieved itself on his bald pate.
Once Unwelcomed Attention was gone, Jamie looked back to the girl in the tight blue number with a sinful smile. "Now then, if I remember correctly, you were describing what you'd be doing with those pretty red lips of yours."
She leaned in and listened carefully to the great detail.
Jamie had chosen her place at the bar, and had bought herself and a lady in a tight blue number a round of drinks. She was in the midst of a teasing conversation with that girl when Unwelcomed Attention sauntered his way over to them, adjusting his belt around his voluminous gut. He was large, smelly and bald, with muscles going away to fat and had bad teeth with bad breath. He had a few weapons sheathed in that belt and Jamie could only guess that he was an old has-been whose best years of combat were far into his past.
Naturally, Jamie feigned ignorance of his presence. Mortal slobs like this were far from being threats. But then Unwelcomed Attention dared to speak.
" 'Ullo shexy tingsh," the slob said, "muh name ish Olloff, and yuh look like yuh need shome company, like a shtrong man like me."
Jamie gave him a sidelong glance. "Mmm... that's a wonderful aroma of... ale, you're wearing," she said. A look into his beady eyes revealed how the subtext of the words went over his head. Instead, he persisted.
"I'm a great warriuh, yuh know," he said, more stench passing through his lips. "And I gotsh a long, hard shword jusht for yuh, if yuh know wut I mean...."
Jamie peered down briefly at the bulge in his pants and found it hard to resist a chuckle. "Oh please, I've seen bigger. In fact, I have one that's bigger." Dismissively, she twitched two of her fingers and Unwelcomed Attention went soaring through the room, the door, across the street, and into a wine barrel in an alley.
From above, a seagull relieved itself on his bald pate.
Once Unwelcomed Attention was gone, Jamie looked back to the girl in the tight blue number with a sinful smile. "Now then, if I remember correctly, you were describing what you'd be doing with those pretty red lips of yours."
She leaned in and listened carefully to the great detail.