Finishing the bottle after the third swig, letting out another lewd sigh and letting my breasts jiggle as well. Setting the bottle down and ordering some crisps for the booze to be absorbed by. Perking up even more when the pervert says that he is a bard, which earns him a laugh and a smack on the back that is hard enough to crack ribs on normal people.<br/><br/><strong>"Hah! A bard!? Excellent, you shall be my new minion while I vacation on this mortal realm. Go forth and amuse me bard, and I may keep you for further amusement and to chronicle my adventures here for the sages." </strong>Laughing in more amusement at the idea of finding a bard so easily in such a remote and barren landscape.<br/><br/>Since, after all, there has to be someone to write poems about me while I am here.