FemBard: Nab some food at a nearby tavern
From Create Your Own Story
Still grinning a bit from the afterglow of your exhilarating exhibitionism, however brief and mostly unintentional, you make your way into a small tavern. Outside and in, it's a clean and well-kept place. Though the patronage present looks a little shady, nobody gives you any unnerving looks. Not that you were especially worried, since Waterdeep is far and away one of the safest cities to be in, save for maybe the rowdy Dock Ward.
You take a seat at the bar. The barkeep, a gruff man with uneven stubble, looks you over before asking for your order. You order something light, wanting to save some room for the festivities later. As you see the man coming with your food, you feel a slight bump, and a second man, slim and squirrelly in dark clothes, takes a seat next to you. The barkeep places your food in front of you, but the other man makes a noise as you move to start eating. You look between him and the barkeep. You don't like the smirks on both their faces.
"I believe this is yours," the squirrelly man says, plopping down your coin purse on the bar, just outside of lunging distance. Your eyes widen in shock.
"Looks like you ain't got the coin to pay for your meal, lady," the barkeep says in his gravelly voice.
"You stole it," you reply with a defiant huff.
"No, he stole it," the barkeep says, thumbing at the squirrelly man. "Point is, you got no money, but I need paid." He rubs his chin, looking between you and your meal. "Gimmie your top. Shirt, bra, all of it."
"What if I just leave?" you say, crossing your arms.
"Then I guess you don't get your money back," the barkeep replies, the squirrelly man jingling the coin purse to punctuate the threat. Resigned to your fate, you strip from the waist up, handing the barkeep your shed garments. He quickly tosses them in a waste bin, then, as you pick up your knife to cut your fish, he dumps what smells like week-old soup into the bin. Though you're understandably upset at losing your clothes this way, you can't deny the thrill climbing your spine. You can feel the other patrons' eyes on you, you can see the obvious (if modest) bulge in the barkeep's pants, and you jump as the squirrelly man reaches over a roughly pinches your nipple less out of surprise and more out of excitement.
Just as you're about to finish your meal, the men nod to each other, and the squirrelly man makes his way outside. "Wait a minute," you said, confused. "I thought you were going to give me my money back!"
"Oh, he is!" the barkeep replied with a grin as he takes up your empty glass and plate. "He's just waiting outside. Just go out and he'll give it to you." You glare at the man incredulously. He returns your look with mock offence. "Hey now, I'm a sleazeball, but I'm not a liar!" You stare daggers at him, but you don't exactly have much other choice. You spin around as he adds one last stipulation rather loudly. "And you'd better not cover those fine tits of yours!" You roll your eyes, standing and hooking your thumbs in the waist of your pants, walking at a brisk but lax pace to the door. The patrons catcall and comment at you. You can't help but smirk, putting a little extra bounce in your step to put a little extra bounce in your tits.
You exit the tavern, the people on the street giving you confused looks. The squirrelly man sits on a chair just outside the door. He holds the coin purse out, jingling it as he chuckles. You take the coin purse and open it - indeed, most of your money is there, but three of your gold coins are missing! You glare at the man, who just shrugs and says, "You really think we'd let you go without actually paying for your meal?"
You groan as you return the coin purse to its rightful place. You suppose it could have been worse. At least the barkeep was indeed telling the truth, if not all of it. Besides, the food was actually decent, and it was exciting to be topless in public like that.
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