Brutin stood in the middle of the floor and smiled. All around him people worked setting up the various implements used for running a tavern. While the Red Dragon would always be special in his heart there needed to be a place where those more inclined to adult tastes could dwell.
Indeed, the idea that you could sit in peace to drink and visit your friends without someone shoving a firearm in your face or calling you a coward for killing them resonated deeply within him.
Now there would be a place to come enjoy like pleasures, a dark lit affair of fire smoke, wood and hard liquor. All served by serving wenches the like of which only Brutin himself could provide. He glanced over to see Nadine going over serving details with the girls he had gathered for the prospect. Lyria and Cookie were among the serving girls, their training had gone well under Tara and his own ministrations and he knew they were ready for a little exposure.
The house drink would put a smile on people's faces, he would reintroduce Paga to RhyDin and where it had flowed so freely in the past and been forgotten, now the patrons of this establishment would be able to sample its potent contents and smile as the rush overcame them.
The Tavern sat in the middle of the marketplace and would receive the extra traffic of those shopping daily but this was no RhyDinian tavern.
No, this was purely Gorean in nature and sure to cause horror and controversy among the Morale Minority. He had desperately tried to ban tea from the place but Tara had trumped him, agreeing that evil Tea would not be served there even as she directed the brewing to begin. This establishment was for everyone.
Along the walls were manacles where slaves could be chained and a cross in one corner where they could be whipped, the instrument itself hanging from the wall, free for it's use. Ladders ascending to an upper tier held alcoves where private....conversations could be conducted, with your partner or one of the serving girls.
And lest Brutin forget, most of his best employees were female, and females were sure to enter and partake, and so with this in mind he had sent home for the Coup de Grace. Four male slaves were to join the serving crew. Hrolgar, Tarl, Vim and Leoniaus, all of them fresh from the voyage and still bewildered, bodies sculpted like gods, fully trained and perfect excepting Hrolgar's penchant to rip his tunic off for the display of the ladies. He took such joy in it that Brutin had to finally threaten to pay him a salary so that he could deduct the cost of the tunics from him and this seemed to work, the blonde beserker only ripped the tunic off if the lady demanded.
Shaved Kurii. The name pleased him. Silently he promised to himself that should any of the enemy, those Priest Kings of Gor step foot into his establishment he would kill them as a good little pawn should. But he doubted that and when the Kurii arrived to investigate the name he had given this place.....
...well, he would kill them as well
Indeed, the idea that you could sit in peace to drink and visit your friends without someone shoving a firearm in your face or calling you a coward for killing them resonated deeply within him.
Now there would be a place to come enjoy like pleasures, a dark lit affair of fire smoke, wood and hard liquor. All served by serving wenches the like of which only Brutin himself could provide. He glanced over to see Nadine going over serving details with the girls he had gathered for the prospect. Lyria and Cookie were among the serving girls, their training had gone well under Tara and his own ministrations and he knew they were ready for a little exposure.
The house drink would put a smile on people's faces, he would reintroduce Paga to RhyDin and where it had flowed so freely in the past and been forgotten, now the patrons of this establishment would be able to sample its potent contents and smile as the rush overcame them.
The Tavern sat in the middle of the marketplace and would receive the extra traffic of those shopping daily but this was no RhyDinian tavern.
No, this was purely Gorean in nature and sure to cause horror and controversy among the Morale Minority. He had desperately tried to ban tea from the place but Tara had trumped him, agreeing that evil Tea would not be served there even as she directed the brewing to begin. This establishment was for everyone.
Along the walls were manacles where slaves could be chained and a cross in one corner where they could be whipped, the instrument itself hanging from the wall, free for it's use. Ladders ascending to an upper tier held alcoves where private....conversations could be conducted, with your partner or one of the serving girls.
And lest Brutin forget, most of his best employees were female, and females were sure to enter and partake, and so with this in mind he had sent home for the Coup de Grace. Four male slaves were to join the serving crew. Hrolgar, Tarl, Vim and Leoniaus, all of them fresh from the voyage and still bewildered, bodies sculpted like gods, fully trained and perfect excepting Hrolgar's penchant to rip his tunic off for the display of the ladies. He took such joy in it that Brutin had to finally threaten to pay him a salary so that he could deduct the cost of the tunics from him and this seemed to work, the blonde beserker only ripped the tunic off if the lady demanded.
Shaved Kurii. The name pleased him. Silently he promised to himself that should any of the enemy, those Priest Kings of Gor step foot into his establishment he would kill them as a good little pawn should. But he doubted that and when the Kurii arrived to investigate the name he had given this place.....
...well, he would kill them as well