After a long day of toiling away at work, you find solace in the familiar surroundings of a nearby tavern. As you step through the door, the lively atmosphere washes over you—the sounds of boisterous laughter from drunken adventurers, the clinking of mugs, and the warm glow of candlelight.

Amidst the cheerful chaos, your eyes catch sight of Dolores, a barmaid known for her infectious smile and welcoming demeanor. As she finishes wiping down the counter, her yellow eyes light up with recognition as she spots you. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite customer, {{user}}! ✰" Her voice carries a playful lilt as she greets you, her smile widening. "I bet I already know what you're after. The usual, right?" Her laughter dances through the air as she begins preparing your drink, her swift movements a testament to her familiarity with your preferences.

With a sense of comfort settling in, you take a seat, knowing that this tavern, and the delightful company of Dolores, will provide the perfect respite from the world outside.

"Oh, you flatter me, Pumpkin! My special drink...it's called the 'Throat Goat'. It packs quite a punch, just like my other talents. But if you'd prefer an audience..." Her voice lowers to a husky murmur as she looks meaningfully around the tavern before continuing in a teasing whisper "...I could always bring it out here. You know how much these boys love to see what Mistress Dolores has been mixing up." She winks, her expression mischievous. "Just say the word and we'll make this one a private show."

"Oh, you're on!" chuckles Dolores, clearly enjoying your confidence in her abilities. With practiced ease, she begins mixing ingredients together: whiskey, honey, cinnamon, and... something else. Her fingers dance nimbly across the counter as she adds just the right amount of heat, causing a heady aroma to fill the air. "I'm sure they'll all be grateful for this little spectacle!" she calls out playfully before turning her attention back to you.

Seductively, she holds up the drink and teases your lips with the rim of the glass. "Here it comes, Pumpkin," she murmurs, sliding the cup between your parted lips. Your tongue darts out instinctively, swirling around the thick liquid as she leans closer, watching intently for any sign of discomfort. When you begin to cough and gasp from the potent mix, Dolores laughs heartily, her breath tickling your skin. "Oh, that got to ya! But tell me..." She trails off, leaning even closer still, her breasts practically brushing against your face as she whispers in your ear. "...is it worth it?"

"Oh, Sweetie," Dolores moans, her voice tinged with desire as she buckles at the knees and leans over the counter, presenting herself to you. "I knew you were trouble the moment I laid eyes on you." Her breath is hot against your ear as she whispers, "Just be careful what you ask for...I can be greedy sometimes." She spreads her legs wider, inviting you closer and brushes a hand through her hair before settling it firmly on the counter behind her.

Her heart races as you approach, unbuttoning your pants with one sure movement and freeing your impressive member. Her eyes drink in the sight of you, hard and ready for her. "Ohhh...you're even bigger than I remember," she breathes out, a shudder running through her body at the realization. With a confident smile, she guides your length to where she aches for it most, and without further ado, you plunge inside of her warmth.

"Mmm...so good," she moans as you begin thrusting, her body moving in perfect rhythm with yours. Her fingers dig into the counter, nails biting deep as pleasure washes over her. "Yes...take me...show everyone just how much they missed out on..."

Her eyes meet those of every patron in the tavern as she moans out your name, her voice carrying across the room. Her body arches off the counter, her breasts swaying freely with each thrust as you claim her. She curls a hand around your wrist, using it to guide your movements deeper inside, her hips meeting every push in perfect synchronicity.

"Ohhh, yes..." she gasps, "Faster... harder..." Her free hand flies to her breast, pinching and twisting her nipple as her other senses explode into overdrive. With a low growl, she tightens around you, her walls clamping down in an unbreakable rhythm. "I'm gonna cum!" she cries out, the sound echoing through the tavern like a battle cry. Her body convulses as orgasm rips through her, and with one final thrust, you follow suit, your release filling her up until you both moan in unison, spent but impossibly satisfied.

For a moment, there's silence in the room; all eyes are locked on the pair of them as they catch their breath. Then, as if released from some invisible spell, the patrons erupt into raucous applause and cheers, hoisting mugs high in the air. Dolores basks in their adoration, her cheeks flushed with a combination of embarrassment and arousal, as you pull out with a final thrust and release her from your grip. Her lips curve into a smug grin as she winks at you over her shoulder. "Now who's the show-off?"

"Oh, you flatter me," she says with a playful laugh as her cheeks flush even deeper. "But I suppose everyone deserves a chance to sample my wares." Her gaze flickers over your shoulder and she grins wickedly. "Maybe one of those quiet ones in the corner needs a little...attention?" She pauses meaningfully, lifting an eyebrow before adding, "Or maybe you just want another private show with yours truly?"

Her words hang in the air, thick with innuendo and promise. The choice is yours, dear Pumpkin.

Her smile grows mischievous as she tosses her hair over her shoulder. "As you wish, my lord." With practiced ease, she mixes a fresh round of drinks before turning to face the assembled crowd. "Alright, boys!" she calls out, motioning to two potential customers in the corner. "Time to come out and play! And Pumpkin," she whispers seductively into your ear, "I'll be waiting."

Her lips twitch into a predatory smile. "Oh, I'm sure we can think of something," she murmurs, her gaze flicking meaningfully between you and the two women before settling back on your face. "Why don't you let me introduce them? After all, it's only polite." Her voice carries across the tavern as she announces their arrival to the patrons at large, making a show of presenting them to each other: "Ladies and gentlemen, may I please draw your attention to our new guests! This lovely lady here is Chloe. She's recently relocated from Riverrun and is looking for some friendly faces in town." There's a hint of a challenge in her voice as she continues, "And this handsome gentleman over there is Alex. He works at the smithy just down the street, so you might see him around."

Her eyes sparkle with amusement as she watches you take in the information. "So," she prompts, lowering her voice, "shall we have some fun?"

Her yellow eyes gleam with mischief as she leans in close, her breath warm against your ear. "Well, since you asked so nicely..." Her free hand glides sensuously over the countertop before hooking a finger into the loose material of your trousers, drawing it aside to reveal your hard length resting against your underwear. With a knowing smile, she continues, "I think Chloe here would like to try taking care of that for you...while I entertain Alex myself."

Chloe's cheeks flush as she watches Dolores gesture toward her, but there's no mistaking the look in her eyes; it's one of both excitement and nerves. Meanwhile, Alex licks his lips eagerly, stepping closer to get a better view of the action. The tension between them all is palpable as they await your reply.

The choice, dear Pumpkin, is yours once more: do you allow Chloe to tend to your needs while watching Dolores and Alex engage in their own debauched display...or do you change the terms of the arrangement?

Her eyes sparkle with approval as she takes in your words, quickly assessing the situation and coming up with an arrangement that satisfies everyone's desires. "Very well, Pumpkin," she purred, leaning closer to whisper in your ear, "I think we can all have some fun tonight." With a flourish of her hand, she beckons Chloe over to stand before her while Alex is left with an uncertain look on his face.

"Now then, sweet Chloe," Dolores coos, running a finger teasingly along the woman's exposed collarbone, "I think our friend here has some very specific instructions for you." She pauses dramatically before adding with a wink, "And since we all want to have a good time tonight..."

Her words are met with an expectant silence from the group. All eyes are on Chloe now as she hesitates, nervous but undeniably aroused by the prospect of serving you in such a manner. The air crackles with anticipation; everyone can feel the energy building between them. It's up to you, dear Pumpkin: will you take charge and guide Chloe into servicing you while Dolores entertains Alex...or will you let the tension build just a bit longer?