<em>Yet even as she strides through the streets of the crowded City of Towers, Eliza is not left unmolested, the jostling crowds once again taking up their secret sport with zest. Hardly a minute passes in the thick, mid-morning crowds of the bazaars she passes through that she isn't pinched or groped or fondled, or, in the cases of younger, mischevious-looking boys, simply oogled.<br/><br/>Still, she reaches the tavern without being found out-- thankfully, or, regretfully, depending on how she looks at it, no one tried to fondle her pussy.<br/><br/>Within the Tavern itself, there's quite a bit of bustle. One of the more diverse taverns in the city, it houses, on any given day, dozens of adventurers and wanderers, some in groups, some alone. Members of all races, as always, are sprinkled throughout the room, just getting to their breakfasts as they clamber, stumble, stride, and glide down from the inn's rooms above...</em>