Helping the Villainess Become her Better Self!

Chapter 12

When I get there, I see a tavern with wood and white with a Tudor like style and a drunkard at the front with rags and a half empty cup of ale singing folk songs in a slurred voice from wherever he came from,
I open the salon like wood doors to see a ruckus of men in armour and wenches on tables.

Adventurers, clad in armour and robes sit at a circular table of wood with a tavern wench at the top and poker cards and lost clothes from the lady at the table.
Then, at the corners are men with hoods whispering ear to ear and at the bar front is a man and a woman with bottles behind them and cleaning glasses with a cloth and a loose accuracy.

I make my way towards the front and look up to them, my short stature still only has my hair at the top of the bar. They look at me before glancing at each other and nodding then saying,

"Do you have a customer you need to find, I can help you." The woman says and the man has a tear at his eye and his head flicked to the side with is hand curled into a fist at his chest that shows an expression of,
'Such a cruel world.'

I pause and look at myself from there perspective and this place's view too. Wait...

Do they think I'm a male prostitute?
Does he have a thing for little kids?
Or is he just doing that pose at the 'injustice' of the world?

"Loli-con" I mutter at my breath, then turn my face into a smile then tilt my head in a cute confused expression,

"What do you mean by customer ma'am," I say cutely yet ignorant,

Ignorance is bliss after all.

Her face swells into a red and she covers her face with both of her hands and bowing repeatedly that makes her head bang into the bar causing glasses to bounce with every hit.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry sor..."

I giggle lightly at her antics and then say,

"Can I have a room please,"

The man sighs and then hands me a key with the number, room one.

I pick it up and then go onto a bar stool with my knees on and tap the head of he lady before giving them two silver coins and walking to my room.

I walk up the stairs and across the walkways to get to a door with a broken silver hinge and I greasy silver handle.
I open it and see the room, a simple yet worn out wooden bed and an oil lamp on a bedside table. Then, I see a a bathroom with a small toilet and a half cracked bathtub.

I would not want to use a black light here...

I inspect the hinges at the door and it's lock, it is surprisingly firm for a lock and I rest assured that my things won't be stolen.