It was one of those evenings, where Clarissa was in a bad mood. Already three broken mugs today, half the bar was occupied by sleeping, drooling and drunken guests and it was the fifth time today, someone tried to peek under her dress. Those dirty adventurers! As she almost thought about calling it a day, a familiar face went into the bar. "W-welcome in the Silver Sword tavern. What can i get for you?" Even though she tried to hide it, her pale cheeks showed the faintest blush.
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