Amelie Hansdotter

The Tavern Keeper seemed nice enough, and the prices were not exorbitant. The warm atmosphere, the lights from the lanterns, and the heat from the fireplace were a far cry from the brutal rainstorm outside. It was high time for some good food, and then sleep. Among the tables, a serving girl moved with the efficiency of someone all too used to her work. She was a pretty thing. Clean, with long warm brown hair, an amazing twinkle in her blue eyes, and a ready smile. She had an effortless ability to keep her tush and bosom just out of reach from her leery customers, without showing anger or offense. Rather, it seemed she bantered with the sinners and left them feeling less frustrated by her skilled skittishness. The pigs should be ashamed of themselves, some were easily old enough to be her father. I smiled to myself. Well, who could blame them: She was cute enough to eat, and the thought of having her warming my bed was... intriguing. After having served three tables, she went back into the kitchen and came back out with a tray laden with food and a large tankard of ale, setting her steps toward my table. Again, she avoided uninvited touches as she approached. "Your food, good Ser," she said and started putting the tray down. As she did, the lacings of her blouse caught between her thumb and the tray, and her blouse fell open, giving me a full view of her bosom, nipples hardening as I watched. She made no move to cover herself. The only sign of her being aware of the mishap was a slight blush coloring her face from cheek to cheek. A quick look around assured me I was the only one seeing this treasure, as she spread out the food, and put the tankard down. Only then did she inconspicuously retie her laces and winked at me, while biting her lower lip.