Amon got up from his seat, paid the bill and began looking around for Arnold.
'Where the hell is that bastard?' His eyes swept across the crowded tavern, searching between the tables and drunken customers.
Then he spotted him. And what Amon saw was something he never could have imagined.
"M-Ma'am, I need to go. Please, let me leave."
Arnold was trapped beside one of the tables.
A woman who appeared to be in her forties had one arm wrapped firmly around his shoulders, holding him close as though she had no intention of letting him escape.
She had dark-brown hair, slightly tanned skin, and a somewhat chubby figure. A few wrinkles had formed around the corners of her eyes, suggesting her age, but her expression was lively and far too enthusiastic for Arnold's liking.
"Oh~ Come on, boy~" She leaned closer with a playful smile. "This lady just needs someone to warm her bed. I'm feeling awfully lonely tonight."
Arnold's face was filled with pure discomfort.
