Ah, The Bloated Bosom! Usually, these taverns didn't sell what they advertised, but the lovely red-headed wench in Wakiza's lap certainly had bloated bosoms! Bosoms he would just love to get his face between. Alas, she was working, she said. Wait until she's done with her shift, she said. But the tavern wasn't all that crowded, compared to the big city taverns he was used to frequenting, and she certainly wasn't working now.
Hm. He supposed that was untrue. She was working her mouth, and she had quite the skilled tongue, this little Ginger!
Ginger broke their kiss breathlessly and stared up at him, smiling. "So ya promise, then? I can really come with ya?"
"Oh, of course, doll," Wakiza said, tucking a strand of hair behind her dainty ear. "There's plenty of room in my caravan. And if there wasn't, why, I'd make room. A beautiful little spitfire like you? You're worth more than ten of my men."
Ginger snorted and slapped his chest. "Yer full of it!"
"Mm, okay. Maybe five men."
Ginger glowered, and Wakiza laughed and kissed her lips. "I'm teasing you, dollface. Come morning, we'll ride for my estates in Essyrn and you'll want for nothing ever again, I swear it. You'll wear all the finest robes and sweetest perfumes, and you won't have a finger or toe that isn't decked in jewels. Gods, but I can't wait to see that on you."
"Jewels?" Ginger asked, head tilted.
"That, too. But I was thinking of the robes. Have you ever seen what the Essyrni wear?"
When she shook her head, Wakiza grinned and continued, his hand lightly stroking her neck. "They're sheer. Only the richest can afford the transparent ones, so soft they're like wearing nothing at all. They leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. But it's just enough to make you desire her, letting you see what you could have, if only there wasn't that thin barrier between you and her flesh..." He kissed her neck, and Ginger shivered and blushed.
"How scandalous!"
"Mhm."
"Wait," Ginger said suddenly, and Wakiza lifted his head and arched an eyebrow. "What if there's bandits along the way?"
And Wakiza's grin only grew, and he cupped her chin and drew her face close to his. "I don't think you have to worry about that, beautiful," he said, and kissed her hard.
Which was also the moment when some idiot knocked over his drink!
It spilled all over the table and Ginger let out a yelp when it sloshed into her lap and down Wakiza's leg, and the girl flung herself to her feet, gasping, while Wakiza looked up and glared daggers at the only man that could be responsible.
Because he was the only one sitting right there, and also he had the audacity to give him a derisive look!
"What the fuck, man!"