It's a roguish, sharp looking woman.

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A woman makes her way over to your table, catching your attention.

And what a catch it is.

The woman is tall, slim and nubile, with straw-spun blonde hair and bright green eyes. She's smiling at you, or maybe smirking in the correct word for it, looking down at you with a confidence you certainly don't possess yourself.

She stands out more than that though. dresses in tight fitting leather and chainmail, she must be one of those adventurers people always talk about, that people always wish she could be.

"Do you mind if I sit?" She asks you, lips quirked confidently and expecting you to say yes. You do, if only because she's the first one to talk to you upon entering the inn. Others seem to have taken the hint that you were occupied as well and turned back to their drinks too.

"You know I was only passing through this place on my way to the capital to return a bounty. I never thought it was possible I'd run into a beautiful looking thing like you here."

"Ah." you murmur, raising your mug to your lips to hide the blush on your cheeks. By the way her smile widens your not sure you were successful.

Seeing that success, she calls a waitress to serve the two of you a round of drinks.

It only progresses from there.

Her words are quick and witty and she keeps you attention with stories about her adventures and the dangers she's faced. Even now she was returning with a fight with a cave troll that had apparently been terrorising a town a few miles away.

She must know that tales of adventures would work wonders on a girl like you, who'd never so much as left the village.

You do your best to keep up with the conversation and although you don't have nay amazing stories like her, she seems to enjoy your awe.

Hours must have pasted, and the drinks kept coming. You're not quite sure at what point it was, but she'd managed to wrap arm around her shoulder, press her body against yours as her free hand working at the bare skin of your thigh that she'd uncovered by riding up your dress.

You're not sure of it's just because of how tipsy the ale has made you, but you don't really mind the contact.

And then, she leans in to your ear.

"You know, I haven't had such amazing company like this in a very long time." You shiver as her sultry voice sends sparks down your back. "How about we continue our... conversation, in my room?"

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