Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-25808351-20191107220444

@Everyone: Grettle nurtures her bruised skin and relaxes in the tub. She does her best to put the terrible night behind her, but it does not leave her. Upsetting images of sweaty men, various in age and physique wreaking of alcohol using her however they want, multiple ones at a time. She shivers in the tub despite the warm water, as she does her best to think of other things.

Having cleaned herself thoroughly, she opens the door to a shocking site. Cerberus was standing at the door with his back to her, still watching the halls.

“Oh, you’re still here?” Grettle looks up at the ancient beast, wrapped in her towel.

“Where else would I be?” Cerberus grunts.

“I-I imagined you would be attending to more important matters.” Grettle’s green eyes look away from Cerberus in fear.

“No one has approached me with anything I found more deserving of my time. Let’s move, I’ll see you to your room.” Cerberus begins walking away, Grettle shouts in surprise as she quickly grabs her tattered clothes and follows closely behind the beast.

Cerberus moves through the back halls to avoid the masses, and scowls at any who glance at Grettle, making them immediately turn their heads. Reaching Grettle’s room, Cerberus opens the door and she enters.

As she steps inside, she looks around at her simple living space. A small room with minimal decoration or luxury, a table, simple cot and wood stove.

“Is there anything you’d like before I return to my duties?” Cerberus says in a dark tone.

“I-uh, nevermind....” Grettle receded.

“What?” Cerberus growl.

“I haven’t eaten yet, this evening. Some food would be-“

“What kind of food?” Cerberus growls more.

“Salad, er, no! Um-SOUP! Or, uh-“

“SOUP OR SALAD?” Cerberus grips the door frame, cracking the wood.

“SALAD!” Grettle steps back.

“Salad-“

“And water!” Grettle quickly adds.

“Salad and water....” Cerberus turns and closes the door. Making his way down the hall, a drunk couple stumbles into view.

The drunken man takes one look at Cerberus and smiles. “Look, love, it’s the Lord’s subservient do-“

Cerberus, without looking, does a quick shove of the man’s head into the wall, knocking him out. He keeps on walking without a single glance back.