<strong>Maeve</strong><br/><br/>(http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/android1966/BF.jpg)<br/><br/>Exactly how long Derrick stood there numb with shock clutching Ivy's scraps of clothing he wasn't sure. The next thing which happened to rouse the unfortunate knight from his state of disbelief was the arrival of the tavern's co owner Maeve. The redhaired tavern keeper that he'd last seen tottering from the room with her flamehaired slit dripping his own seed after his rigorous use of her yawned and scratched her big firm buttocks as she entered the room. Her curly red hair was still wet and her skin shone pinkly from recent scrubbing.<br/><br/><strong>"By the gods Ivy, that was a man you don't meet every day and no mistake."</strong>Maeve exclaimed.<strong>"I can hardly walk straight this morning."</strong><br/><br/>The ex rogue laughed heartily, setting her plump breasts jiggling beneath her loose top. She looked around the room and took in the unmade bed and then sniffed, wrinkling her nose.<br/><br/><strong>"Damn it all Ivy."</strong>She swore.<strong>"No matter how deep your furrow got ploughed last night there's work to be done. Change that linen and air this room. Then get your pretty little backside to the pump room and clean yourself up. I can't have you working the taproom stinking of last nights fucking."</strong>