For nearly 2 hours now, Vorhias had been suggestively rubbing herself against the pole, and the crowd never seemed to tire of it. Her thighs hurt from sidling against it, and her hands were sore from clinging to it.
Occasionally the crowd would toss coins into the cage, but Vorhias didnt dare go to pick them up. That would make it that much easier for someone in the mob to reach out and grope her. Besides, she wouldnt be able to live with herself if she accepted a tip for dry humping a pole.
This is great! Aldo could be heard, conversing with Gavin. Were making more money now than when we first bought this dump!
Too bad we cant just keep her here, huh? Shes GREAT for business. Gavin replied.
Whos to say we cant?
Well we wont have a reason to once she gets to thinking shes probably performed enough to pay for the meal we overcharged her for
Oh, well think of something. Just keep her in the dark as long as possible.
Hey! Vorhias shouted at them, as if on cue. Havent I worked that meal off yet!? Its been two hours already, and I NEED to leave soon!
Sorry, but we cant let you leave just yet! Gavin shouted.
Yeah! While youve paid for the meal, we need you to keep going to uh
pay for all the glasses youve broken! Aldo added.
WHAT?! That wasnt me, you jackasses! That was all the rowdy drunks not knowing what to do with their empty glasses!
Sorry! Cant hear you! The drunks are too rowdy! Aldo called back, lying through his teeth.
Vorhias clenched her teeth angrily. That tore it.
These guys are screwing me
Vorhias grumbled. I need to get out of here. NOW.
Looking out amongst the raving clique of winos though, that was probably easier said than done. In her current state she couldnt walk two steps without getting grabbed
Vorhias shuddered to think.
Things cant get much worse than this
She thought to herself.
True, she was deliberately tempting fate, but anything was better than having to erotically grind against this pole for another two hours.
Just then out of the corner of her eye, she noticed over by the entrance, another patron. He was draped in very loose clothing, and wore a face-concealing helmet over his face, which was odd, but no one was commenting on it. Its like when you see someone in public wearing a silly hat. You dont want to stare at it or make any sort of comment about it, but its still completely weird.
As soon as this figure stepped in he took a long look at Vorhias, half-heartedly massaging the pole, and began to make his way through the crowd, completely bypassing the cage, and heading towards Aldo and Gavin at the bar. Vorhias simply shrugged him off as he passed by, and went back to gauging just how much force it would take to knock her cage over and run over the crowd.
What can we get for you tonight, stranger? Aldo asked the figure as he approached the bar.
The girl in the cage. What is her name.
Why shes the voluptuous Miss Charlotte, whose highly suggestive dancing is a new mainstay here at the-
The figure paid no attention to Aldo, reaching into his pants pocket, taking a slip of paper from out of it. He looked it over pensively, then back over at the cage, then back to the paper.
I will not be needing anything except the girl. He finally replied.
There was a short pause.
Im sorry, I dont believe I caught that.
I am taking the girl in the cage from you, thanks.
Aldo got very cross at this remark.
And just who the hell do you think you are to make that statement?! He snapped. Shes our cash cow, and no price you can offer is gonna get er off our hands!
You misunderstand me. The figure replied, before drawing a dagger at Aldos face. I wasnt planning to PAY for her.
All of a sudden with a click, the figure found a crossbow pointed at him.
Not a smart move on your part
Gavin said, clinging to it, his finger firmly behind the trigger.
The rest of the bar paid no mind to this miniature drama, as they were too affixed on Vorhias gyrations. That was soon to change, however.
After a brief, tense pause, the man grabbed the nearest bar stool and flung it into the air, briefly startling Aldo and Gavin. The fervor stopped, as the entire bar watched in unison as the stool flew through the air, before finally returning back down to the ground, landing with a loud thud in the middle of the bar, not hitting anyone.
Yet another pause
then from out of nowhere the entire bar began to beat each other up. (A thrown chair being the universal symbol for rioting.)
As fists and feet flew about with reckless abandon, the figure disappeared back into the crowd, leaving Aldo and Gavin at the mercy of the congregation of violent drunks.
Vorhias was perfectly safe from the chaos however, from the confines of the cage. Funny how that works out, sometimes. Within a matter of moments, the helmeted character popped up in front of Vorhias, pulling the door open and holding his hand out.
Come with me if you want to live.
Sensing no other option, Vorhias took it, only for her to be yanked over the mans shoulder and carried to the front door. Kicking it open, the figure hopped onto a horse that hed happened to park outside of the tavern, setting Vorhias just behind him. Before anyone could say anything else, the two were off, barreling down the dirt path as fast as the steed could go.
Slowly the tavern began to disappear from Vorhias sight, before she finally spoke to her facially-obscured benefactor.
I dont mean to sound ungrateful, but dont expect a thank-you kiss.
The man turned his head back to look at Vorhias.
You sound presumptuous. He responded. Like you mean something to me.
With that, the figure removed the helmet, revealing a female face underneath, with short, but firey red hair that reached down to the back of her head. She had shimmering jade eyes, but her face was cold and merciless.
thats a bit of a surprise
Vorhias responded, a bit flustered. In the back of her still male mind however, she was slightly aroused.
Okay, lady...if youd care to- Vorhias started.
Desda. The woman responded.
if I dont mean a thing to you then what do you have to gain from getting me out of that stench-hole? Not that Im ungrateful, mind you-
My choice of reward.
Hang on, run that by me again?
Without turning to face Vorhias, Desda handed her the slip of paper shed been peering at earlier. Her face went pale yet again.
It was a reward poster.
Whosoever can return to me my beloved, the lady Charlotte Cherkoff, may name their prize. So decreeth Prince Otis. HA HA! Shakesperean words
Youre taking me back to Otis?! Vorhias stammered. You cant do that! Y-Wait. Did he actually WRITE Ha Ha?
On the contrary I can. Desda replied. See, Im a bounty hunter
and whats implied in that is that I hunt bounties. Now YOU on the other hand my
you are a bounty, crammed into a corset. It doesnt take a genius to see the connection therein.
Please dont take me back there
Ive gone to so much trouble just to get away from his place! Vorhias pleaded.
Need I refer you back to my previous statement? Nothing doing, missy.
How could Vorhias turn this situation around to her favor?
By lying like a politician.
I can tell you right now, my father, the
he wont like this one bit! Hes very vengeful, you know!
Number one: Youre very bad at bluffing. Number two: I dont fear anyone except my own landlord. Now pipe down back there. Youre making me swerve. Desda replied.
Now Vorhias was just pissed. Between that and all the time shed spent in the dance cage shed been slowly harvesting a world of anger just waiting to spill out onto some unlucky sap.
GIMME THOSE STINKIN REINS!!! Vorhias shrieked, making a grab for the reins to Desdas horse.
HEY!! Desda shouted back. CUT IT OUT!! I NEED TO STEER!!
Vorhias actions would come back to bite her not more than a moment later, when Desda shoved her back into place, accidentally giving the reins a violent tug, and sending her horse egregiously far off the dirt path. By the time Desda had realized what shed done, the horse was barreling towards a low-hanging tree.
AGH! Whoa there! Slow down!!! Desda pleaded with her horse.
The horse must have realized what it was doing as quickly as Desda pleaded with it, because it abruptly reared up, neighing wildly before it got too close to ramming into the tree. Desda had to cling desperately to the reins to avoid falling off. Vorhias on the other hand, was not so lucky, immediately plummeting off the horse and onto the ground, smacking the back of her head on a root protruding from the ground.
Before Desda could come to grips with what was going on, the horse landed and took off in the opposite direction, as Desda kept shouting for her horse to slow down.
Whoa! WHOA! WHOA, I SAID!!!
Slowly Desda disappeared from view as the horse bolted down the path in the wrong direction, back towards the tavern.
dispatched far off the road, lost consciousness in a pile of leaves.