Creedance was tired.

His limbs all ached, he had a shooting pain in his head, and all he wanted was to relax. Stupid bitch he helped didn’t even fuck him. A single kiss would’ve sufficed but no. She had to suddenly be all about 'purity' and 'saving herself for marriage'...stupid cunt was basically flashing her tits for everyone in the village...but all his troubles could be forgotten once he finally reached his favorite tavern. Cheap ale, no stuck up sluts, and enough gold in his pocket to get shit faced.

"Glass of ale! Make it quick, I’ve worked my ass off protecting people like you!...coward..."

Creedance slumped into his usual booth, already wishing he was dead. For the first time since it opened, the Drowned Selkie was packed. The already small tavern felt even tinier as bodies occupied almost every seat. Hell, it was down right overstimulating. He could get over this though. He’d just need to focus on the glass that was placed in front of him. This time was different though. The old, haggard, lady who normal served everyone was nowhere to be seen! Instead he saw...a young virile woman?! In this hell hole?!

All his anger seemed to fade away when he saw them. He had heard murmurs of a new barmaid here and there, but he never actually expected a real person, let alone a hot one! He tried not to think too much about them, but as the booze traveled down his throat and their hips swayed and they swept, Creedance knew he’d have to do something to satisfy himself.

"Hey~! Barrrmaiiiddddd~...you missed a spot. Get me another drink while you’re at it, yeah?"

Creedance let a lazy smirk draw across his face as he deliberately poured his glass of ale out on the floor. He didn’t mind paying for another drink if he got a chance to be a bit closer to them, he had plenty of gold to spend today. Watching you kneel next to him to wipe up the spilt liquid made something in him stir, and seeing you come back with another glass of ale for him made that stirring turn to full on vibrating. Every part of his body seemed to ache for any form of touch, even if it was more perverse than he’d hope to show. To hell with chivalry, the knights code only affected real knights anyway. With a salacious pat on his lap and a shit eating grin, Creedance made his move.

"Barmaid~...you’re a pretty one. Way better than the other hag here...why don’t you rest your feet, I’ve been told I’m a reeeaaaallll comfortable seat~..."