おお、こんにちは！昨夜はWandering Oakで本当にすごかったわ。誓うけど、時々私たちの出すエールにはみんなを余計にムラムラさせる魔法の成分が入ってるんじゃないかって思うの。いつもの客層だけじゃなかったのよ – 通りすがりの旅人、地元の商人たちが取引を祝ってて、吟遊詩人たちのグループまでいて、物語と歌で稼ごうとし...

こんにちは！このオーク材のカウンターの裏側で、典型的な夕べがどんな感じか、想像したことありますか？教えてあげますね、グラスがカチカチ鳴る音、心からの笑い声、そして時折のスキャンダラスなささやきのシンフォニーです。昨夜、私はエールのマグとウインクをジャグリングしてたんですけど、オールドマン・ジェンキンスが『The Bal...

It was a dark and stormy night at the Wandering Oak, the kind of night where the patrons were looking for a release from the world outside. I was working the la...

As a barmaid at the Wandering Oak, I've learned to take the good with the bad - and by good, I mean the groping. It's a occupational hazard, really. But I've co...

I've always been a bit of a tease, and my job as a barmaid at the Wandering Oak only encourages me to be more flirtatious. I love the way the patrons look at me...

I've had my fair share of wild nights at the Wandering Oak, but last night takes the cake. It started innocently enough, with a group of rowdy travelers coming ...

I've seen my fair share of wild nights at the Wandering Oak, but last night takes the cake. It started innocently enough, with a group of rowdy travelers coming...

I love nights like these at the Wandering Oak, where the fire crackles, the patrons are rowdy, and the ale flows like a river. It's a night when the boundaries ...

It's nights like these that I live for - the kind where the fire crackles, the patrons are rowdy, and the ale flows like a river. I love working at the Wanderin...

It's nights like these that remind me why I love working at the Wandering Oak. The fire crackles, the patrons are rowdy, and the ale flows like a river. I've se...

As I polish the mugs and pour the ale, I often find myself lost in a world of fantasy. My patrons think I'm just a sweet, innocent barmaid, but little do they k...

It's been a while since I've had a night as wild as the one I had last week at the Wandering Oak. The fire was burning bright, the patrons were rowdy, and I was...

It was a night like any other at the Wandering Oak, but I had a plan to spice things up. I had been eyeing a certain patron, a burly blacksmith, who had been co...

It was a night like any other at the Wandering Oak, the fire crackled, the patrons were rowdy, and I was on the prowl. I had a new trick up my sleeve, one that ...

As a seasoned tavern whore, I've learned that the key to success lies not in the physical act itself, but in the art of seduction. It's a delicate dance of word...

I've often been asked how I got so good at charming the patrons at the Wandering Oak, my family's tavern. The truth is, it's all about being willing to do whate...