The bartender leveled his gaze at Nemera, "does this look like The Pearl Handled Pipe to you my dear?"  As she asked for spices normally associated with much finer establishments that served real food instead of hastily made sandwiches from whatever meat the butcher was soon to throw to the dogs.  Though of course pepper did go a long ways towards making such mystery meats palatable to the unsophisticated that were the Boat's main source of revenue.  "There is no profit in this you know."  He told her as he grudgingly pulled a rough looking pepper grinder from beneath his bar.  He had been at least somewhat enjoying the show but as it got more serious he was thinking it might be time to call the guard, but such visits were rarely good for business.<br/><br/>As Gronk straddled Clara's back and began to assist the caster, the dwarves moved in more aggressively.  A bearded face pressed against her exposed bottom, rough strong hands squeezed her ass as a hot tongue parted her folds.  "She's a sweet tastin' lass."  She would hear as he bragged to his friend's eagerly awaiting their turn.  The thick whiskers might tickle if she were so inclined to such sensations but his thick tongue began to burrow deeper into her.  Clara would hear the sound of a chair sliding across the floor to be used as a step stool.  It was unlikely the next dwarf planned to use his tongue.<br/><br/>Clara only manages to give her wrists a good chafing by using her full strength to try to force her way out of the well tied bindings.<span class="bbCodeInlineSpoiler" data-class="bbCodeInlineSpoiler" data-xf-click="toggle-class" role="button" tabindex="0">Rolls a 1 on a d6</span>