TBE: Stop running, this person obviously knows you
From Create Your Own Story
You skid to a halt on the wet and broken cobbles of the alleyway, and see a rectangle of yellow light spilling out onto the stones. Framed by a doorway, a woman, dressed almost exactly the same as you, except with the laces of her shirt loose, exposing an impressive expanse of cleavage, stands with her hands on her hips. She has a white apron tied around her hips, with a pocket sewn in the front. It looks like something is in the pocket, but you can’t make it out.
“There you are, you silly slut,” the woman says.
“Excuse me?” you say, angry at the assertion.
“Oh, don’t play the cat-bird with me, you little twit,” the woman replies, unimpressed with your anger. “Nelly was young once herself. But I always got my work done before I let some lad diddle me in the alley!”
The woman steps out of the doorway, grabs one of your arms in her hand, and pulls you through the doorway, and into the light.
You find yourself in a kitchen, busy with the clatter of plates, pots, spoons, and voices. The heat of the stoves, apparently stoked by wood and charcoal, is impressive. There isn’t a cook or serving girl who doesn’t have beads of sweat on their face from being in the room, which probably accounts for why all the serving girls have unlaced their shirts revealing plenty of skin. Against the far wall, opposite where you’re standing, is a set of rough, wooden, double-doors. They open quickly to admit serving girls carrying empty or full platters, and raucous noise from the room beyond.
“Get to work, Jenny!” Nelly cries, and she half-shoves you toward a platter of greasy meats. “Those sailors and miners aren’t going to serve themselves.”
Do you:
| Status | ||
| Health | #100 | Equipment:
Nothing |
| MP | #0 | |
| Level | # | |
