Just a scotch, Anna,” the man said, looking forlornly into the distance without really seeing.
“You alright, George?” Anna asked, sitting down across from him, her tails easily continuing to move with a mind of their own behind her on the stool “You’re looking very down this evening.”
Anna often listened to the stories of the common folk. While she offered services of sexual pleasure, she also offered a sympathetic ear to anyone who wished to unload. It was why Morgan often tolerated her taking some time out of her shift to talk with the customers as long as the tavern wasn’t too busy.
“I don’t want to bother you with my troubles,” George said, with a slight shake of his head
“It costs me nothing to listen,” Anne said “And let me be the judge of if I should intervene. Then, you’d not be bothering me unless I choose for it to be so.”
George smiled
“Very well, I’ll tell you my tale.”