The only tavern that seemed lively at this hour was the middle-of-the-road tavern, that catered more to the working class. As she made her way in, the music was still somewhat raucous, but the crowd wasn't singing along. Much of the crowd had departed for the evening, leaving a couple dozen still manning the tables, in varying degrees of drunkenness. It was mostly men, usually in pairs or singles, though as she entered, all conversations stopped, and eyes focused on her. She could feel the lust and tension in the room rising...