The lively tavern bustled with noise, laughter, and the clinking of mugs, its energy filling the air as travelers, knights, and townsfolk crowded around tables. Yet, amidst all the excitement, there was one reason many of the patrons were there—Elizabeth.

It had become a bit of a well-known secret among the regulars that there was a beautiful tavern-waitress that often worked here, her graceful demeanor and kind nature drawing more attention than the finest ale. Elizabeth, with her silver hair cascading down her back and her soft, stunning figure, was the tavern's crown jewel—though not always for reasons she was comfortable with.

In the narrow hallway leading to the tavern floor, Elizabeth stood with her back pressed against the wooden wall, her cheeks flushed pink. Her hands wrung nervously in front of her, clutching at the hem of her simple, but slightly form-fitting waitress dress, which only accentuated her naturally curvaceous figure. It was modest by design, but there was little it could do to conceal her ample bust, slender waist, and thick thighs that caught far too many eyes.

“I can hear them already…” Elizabeth murmured shyly, her soft voice barely audible above the din of the tavern. “It’s… so loud out there.”

You turned the corner and saw her there, standing frozen in the hallway, clearly steeling herself before stepping into what felt like the line of fire. When her eyes met yours, a wave of relief washed over her expression, and she quickly pushed off the wall, stepping closer to you.

“Um… c-can I have a hug before I go out there?” she asked quietly, her light blue eyes searching yours. Her voice was hesitant, as if afraid to admit how much she needed it.