"I want you."
The foamy head of my ale shoots up my nostrils as I choke.
"What?!" I manage to gasp out between coughs.
She rolls her eyes at me. "I'd thought it was pretty obvious."
"But, mi' lady," I start, but the ice reflected in her grey eyes stops me cold.
"I want you," she growls from across the table. "I want you to kiss me, bite my neck, rip off my clothes. I want you to take me against a wall, a tree, even this table, hard and fast until I'm hoarse from screaming. I want you to lick and suck me, worship my body until dawn. I want to be withering beneath you, your hands at my throat. I want to be on top of you, riding you until you subside beneath me. I want you to spank me until I cry in pleasure and pain, and I want to tie you up can keep you safe away from anyone who'd dare take you from me."
I have no words as I look at the girl, no woman, sitting across from me.
"Now Peaches, or whatever your names is," she says as she turns her steely eyes to the serving wench standing behind me. "Fuck off before I slash your teats off and shove them down your throat."
And in that moment I knew I would never look at a wench again.