They're knights. Allegedly. Who, without care or caution, it seems, have wandered in to your little tavern by the crossroads, plunked down a sack of coin and, for some reason, what seems like a dragon's tongue, and have made themselves thoroughly at home. Sure, they keep whispering and nodding over at you, and you can catch the lady of the pair making those distinct, curvy lines in the air with both hands that seem uncomfortably like your own silhouette. And the gentleman seems to be nodding now, and, oh no, now they're both looking in your direction.

Granted, you've found the odd orc wandering in, looking to make advances, before a quick frying pan to the side of the head sorted that out. And then there's the occasional drunken lout who - oh gods, they're walking up to the bar - wants to toss in a copper to have your top off, but these two. Well. It's scandalous; here's no way a proper elf lass like yourself would ever -

"Wanna sleep with us?"

One of the knights grins, tossing you a shameless grin, violet eyes sparkling with unwholesome glee under a shock of helmet-tangled black hair. She's leaning halfway over the bar, just leering at you, and - and she just said that! That!

"Please do excuse my companion, she gets that way when she sees a cute one," the other slides in smoothly, cocking his head at you and flashing a smile, his sword strapped roguishly across his hip. "I am in full agreement though, even if she is a beast with no notion of restraint or civility."

The first huffs indignantly, leaning in with a conspiratorial gleam in her eye. "Don't listen to him," she purrs. "C'mon - close up the bar, we've got plenty for a room, and let's just f-"

"Fill the night with amusements and charm," the second knight finishes with a grin, brown eyes twinkling with much the same enthusiasm. "A win for everyone, really - you are cute, and quite our type, so, if you might wish to set aside your busyness for the night..."

There's no stopping them now. Somehow they're both leaning over the bar, now, and you can feel the tips of your ears flush bright pink as thoughts swirl through your mind. Maybe, if you were to flip the sign on the door over, and you could just see if they were friendly, you could -

"Fuck," the lady insists, and the gentleman, too, nods his assent, as they both take you by the hand.

Oh, gods.

I have a single, very specific scene in mind here, in which a cute elven barmaid gets a good, old-fashioned fuck from two charming, banter-loving knights who very much enjoy being quite unchivalrous from time to time. Suggestions and adjustments are welcome, and I'm always looking to play!

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