As the door of the rather louche establishment opened, a young timid girl entered the tavern with great difficulty. Her rosy cheeks were quite flushed, one could only image if it was because of the tavern's reputation or the 3 crates of wine she was carrying in her arms.<br/><br/>Rosy stumbled forwards, hardly able to see past the tower of booze she was carrying, and made her way straight to the bar. As she had finally set down the wares, she pushed her long strawberry blonde braids to her back and her sweat-sticky fringe out of the way. The young human looked to be in great health, wellfed and clothed in a sturdy linnen dress that hugged her frame just right. Nothing too revealing, just a simple cloth that showed she was a simple girl.<br/><br/>The dark leather collar around her neck however, showed that the woman was a slave to someone. Presumably bound by magic, as it showed no seams or a lock. Just a dark band with the inscription; "Rosy; property of Salaam Gridlock"<br/><br/>"Hello?! Anybody here? I'm bringing master Gridlock's special brews with me!"<br/><br/>Rosy did her very best not to look at the coupling Tauren and sat down on a barstool with the most uncomfortable smile she could muster up. She crossed her shapely legs and rested her hands on top of her knees, staring at the hard wooden bar in the hopes the waiting won't take long.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>