It had been a long day at the auction block, but it had been a profitable one, too. Gwen had managed to sell off her current stock at prices above and beyond what she'd been expecting (it had been a good haul this time, and the competition for those pretty meatbags had been fierce), and she gave her boys a night off and a small bonus for a job well done.
They'd probably blow it all tonight whoring, but that was to be expected. She didn't hire her men for their brains, just their brawn and loyalty, and they had both in spades. Letting them blow off a little steam helped keep them happy, and happy workers were efficient workers.
She'd taken her own leave to blow off steam in her own way, visiting one of her favorite Ketran taverns with the intent of getting delightfully buzzed--and maybe even dragging someone young, drunk, and impressionable to bed with her. Not even drag. There were a number of young men and women who preferred an older partner that was experienced and knew what they were doing, and she knew she wasn't bad to look at; her skin might be a little softer nowadays, she might have a little more fat over her belly rather than the washboard abs of her youth, but she still firmed up what she could. She managed juuust fine.
It helped that her clothes were also good quality, pointing at money.
It was a slow night, though, so there weren't many people here that she was interested in. Most of them were around her age, and contrary to what her men thought, she wasn't opposed to that. They just weren't her first pick. And she was picky about the people she slept around with.
Downing the rest of her whiskey, she had just asked the barkeep for another when the door swung open and--
Well, hello.
He was young, dark, and muscular, and Gwen leaned on her hand and looked him over unsubtly, head to toe. And then her eyebrows rose when he strode her way, took a seat beside, her and--
Oh, God bless. He was dumb as a brick, too.
Her smile grew Cheshire big as he floundered on, eyes sparkling with amusement, and she barely let him finish before she pressed a finger to his lips. "Shhhh," she said, and turned to the barkeep. "I'll take a whiskey for the young man."
Taking her finger away, she took another sip of whiskey. "I suggest the whiskey. It'll put hair on your chest. Not that you need any." And she reached out to give one pec a squeeze through his clothes, her hand lingering after. "You already look plenty strong."