Inside are to be seen the usual crowd of ruffians, rustics, ne'er do wells, tapsters, bawds, and layabouts to be expected in any establishment such as this...which is to say most of the people in here are just passing through on their way to or from the capital.  The proprietor is a hefty fellow, balding, ruddy-faced, who gives her a leering welcome.<br/><br/>Indeed, the entry of a pair of women draws perhaps too much interest!  Almost as if they're expecting the same.  In short order, the sniggers and comments begin; mostly an assortment of variations on how little girls ought not to play with men's toys, extra innuendo included at no additional charge.  So far, though, nobody's quite brave or crazy enough to confront you.