Re: Boozed and Used (TAB)
Zalla's life flashed before her eyes. Alright, so that's probably an overstatement, but not by much. No booze? No nectar of the gods? No fiery spirits, which make the thrill of battle all the sweeter? Inconceivable.
She strapped her axe securely to her back. It was time to put on the charm.
"Look, I know things have been rough," she said as she broadened her most-winning smile. "Not enough food and water to last us the cold season, not enough fruit to last you the month. Who could get any sleep with that sort of worry?"
"But that's exactly why I'm here!" Her hand gestures and steps became a bit exaggerated, like a shopkeeper making a sale. "Why, in just a few minutes I'm going to be headed out into the wilderness in search of precious resources. Water, wood, metal, and beasts to mutilate- I mean, beasts to hunt. Our troubles will soon be over once Zalla starts scouting!"
She then lowered her voice and adopted a mock-fearful tone, continuing to ham it up as part of her "sales pitch". "But what will happen if I have to defend myself? There are horrible monsters everywhere, lurking behind every bush! How could I possibly hope to eviscerate the bloodthirsty hordes with just one tiny axe?" She straightened her posture slightly, hopefully making the gigantic weapon on her back a bit less visible.
"The solution, sir, is you! Or more precisely, your fine product. Sure, you might've heard how I successfully dueled three of the village's better warriors at once, or how I snapped the bones of Sain 'The Boulder' while arm-wresting, but those were simply because I was well-stocked with spirits at the time. Without alcohol, I'm worthless." She added a little pout to enhance the point.
"But you can fix that. With access to your booze I'll be able to fight through the wilderness, which lets us gather materials, which saves the village! You can make this happen, right now!" She paused. She thought she'd made a convincing argument, but she had to provide real incentive. "And... you'll get first dibs on it all when I get back. You can have anything you want!" That should do the trick.
It was just then that Zalla glanced down. Her smile cracked uncomfortably as she realized that when she had secured her axe onto her back, the strip of leather cut across her chest and pulled her clothing top very tightly. Her cleavage had been dramatically accented and the cloth was nearly bursting at the seams. She further realized that due to the height difference between the fermenter and her, her breasts were directly in front of his nose, just inches from his face.
Uh-oh.
