One of the two adventurers who had been gaming and drinking with Cyrus the night before is the quickest to respond to the chalked offer set in front of Ivy. Striding to the bar he slaps a handful of gold coins onto the counter.<br/><br/><strong>"Beer for all in the room."</strong>The man calls out.<strong>"And a cooked breakfast for my companion and I. That should easily come to more than three gold."</strong><br/><br/>Arnor took several moments to figure this out. Though there were but a handful in the room his brows knitted with the effort of tallying the price. He eventually resorted to using his fingers to count out the total.<br/><br/><strong>"Aye that it does."</strong>The large bartender finally agreed.<br/><br/><strong>"Then I happily will take advantage of this splendid offer."</strong>The adventurer declared.<br/><br/>The man sauntered across the room to stand before the naked bound serveant. He stared at her good and hard, not in the least ashamed to be viewing her as he would appraise a horse or other purchase. Suddenly his hand shot forward and dove between her thighs to cup the pouting swell of the girl's mons. His thumb pressed hard against the soft fleshy folds of the indentured wench's sex.<br/><br/><strong>"Her netherlips are hot and swollen."</strong>The man arrogantly announced loudly.<strong>"It seems the little slut's excitement is growing at the thought of feeling a man between her slim legs."</strong><br/><br/>There was a ripple of laughter from the few in the common room and all watched intently to see what the man would do next. The men shifted to make themselves comfortable, openly adjusting their crotches as each grew hard in anticipation of a lewd show. Even Maeve and Nell squirmed as the stared breathless as the adventurer loosened his pants with one hand whilst continuing to explore Ivy's sex with the other. Maeve clamped her thighs together and fidgeted, finding herself growing wet and hot at the prospect of seeing Ivy used.