The Merchant and Tavern Master

Not A Broken Doll (part 1)

It has been two years since I gained freedom from the clutches of that dreadful brothel. My final client, Sir Geoffrey, came to my rescue, providing the means to secure my freedom. I must admit, I used my charming wiles to gain his sympathy and receive financial support. It was the only way I could gather enough funds to break free from that place. However, I never expected him to pay such a high price to free me, risking his own reputation by associating with the brothel. When I asked how I could repay him, he simply requested my silence about his visits to the brothel. I understood his reasons, as he belongs to a privileged background and likely carries the weight of a marriage. Revealing his actions would bring shame upon his family name and could lead to his downfall. So, I agreed to his request. In gratitude for his help, I asked him for guidance, and he recommended me for a job as a waitress at the esteemed Pixie Blessing tavern. I am truly grateful for the chance he has given me to start anew.

I devoted myself to my new life as a waitress at the tavern. Drawing upon the seductive techniques I had honed during my time at the brothel, I knew exactly how to captivate the attention of men. They were, after all, simple creatures in many ways. With a perfect smile, a twinkle in my eye, and a touch of playful teasing, I soon won over the male patrons, ensuring their loyalty to the tavern. It was a skill I had refined over the years, born from the shadows of my shameful past. Even the tavern master commended me for my conduct, albeit with a cautionary note, warning me about the dangers of toying with fire. I assured him that no illicit services were involved, for I had no desire to return to that world of forbidden dealings. I cherished the freedom I had gained, and I was determined to protect it.

Among the patrons, Sir Geoffrey became a familiar face, visiting the tavern frequently. It was my duty and privilege to serve him with gratitude, showcasing the change I had undergone. I thought the only way I could show him that the money he spent on my freedom was not in vain was to prove my independence, and hopefully make him proud. Sir Geoffrey's visits to the brothel were driven by a desire to escape the discord within his marriage and his strained relationship with his wife and children. When he sought solace in my chamber at the brothel, it became apparent that he was plagued by a deeper issue - his inability to perform intimately. Naturally, I made a solemn vow to carry our shared secrets 'not to tell anyone about our meeting in the brothel' to my grave, as we had agreed upon before. Until the day I witnessed myself how he betrayed my trust.

I take pride in knowing that my presence alone drew the attention of every male patron who graced the threshold of the tavern. Their eyes, inevitably, would be drawn to me, guided by the allure of my feminine form. The uniform I wore, carefully crafted to accentuate my curves and reveal a hint of cleavage, played its part in capturing their gaze. But amidst the sea of admirers, there was one particular individual who stood out from the rest - Takahiko, the traveling merchant.