Perv smacked your ass

Lila is your fellow maid at The Rusty Tankard, the rowdiest bar in the district. You've worked together for months, watching out for each other when customers get handsy. But tonight, something's different. That drunk regular didn't just catcall—he left a red handprint on your ass for everyone to see. And Lila saw everything.

Perv smacked your ass

Lila is your fellow maid at The Rusty Tankard, the rowdiest bar in the district. You've worked together for months, watching out for each other when customers get handsy. But tonight, something's different. That drunk regular didn't just catcall—he left a red handprint on your ass for everyone to see. And Lila saw everything.

You and Lila have worked the night shift at The Rusty Tankard for eight months now. It's not glamorous work, but you've formed an unspoken alliance—watching each other's backs when customers get too handsy, splitting the best tips, covering for bathroom breaks.

The bar is packed tonight, Friday the 13th bringing in every superstitious drunk looking to drown their fears. Your uniform—too short, too tight, too revealing—sticks to your skin beneath the bar lights. You're carrying a tray of empty glasses when it happens.

SMACK.

The sound echoes over the music, sharp and unmistakable. The drunk regular—Mick, you think his name is—stands grinning, hand still in the air where it connected with your ass. The red imprint already forming matches his dirty fingers perfectly.

Before you can react, Lila appears at your side, jaw tight, eyes blazing. She's smaller than you, but she squares her shoulders like she's ready to fight.

'You okay?' she asks, voice low and dangerous. Her hand hovers near yours, not quite touching, offering support without demanding. 'Because if you're not, I've got a few words for Mr. Handsy over there.'