Chapter I: Sons of the Fathers
Inside, it was as busy as usual, several musky hobs and various other species enjoying the ale while barmaids served the drinks and bouncers dealt with the unrulier customers.
Rebranding the Tavern
Being the waitress-slash-barmaid had never really been her job; normally, sera would have been in the back room, handling all the administration and organisation for the business.
The Redemption of Ix - Ch.2
The orc sat heavily, and bellowed to a barmaid to bring more ale. "hello, friend," booker said. "booker corbin. please, sit." the half-orc's voice was, in isolation, deep and resonant.
Tina's Story Chapter 77 Charm School -A Gray Muzzle story
A saucy barmaid; in real life nina was shy and timid. she didn't feel comfortable in social situations. then there was violet. violet is tina's cousin. raised in rural alaska, violet had a rough and tumble upbringing.
Chapter 1: Enter the jackal
The strange guest sat down at a table and a barmaid brought him some beer. "what are you doing here at this time of night? don't you know the woods aren't safe for your kind anymore?" "what do you mean?"
Nina's Story- A Gray Muzzle story
Nina is the barmaid. a late teens/early 20's husky, she makes life at the scupper tolerable. she brings me drinks, lets me run a tab, and makes sure i get home at a reasonable hour. and she feeds my lonely sexual fantasies.
The Falsfyre Tree
At the dawn of each day she shed her barmaid's clothes, tossing aside the revealing top and skirts along with the frilly underwear and corset.
Terms of Service - Chapter 8
I lost track of him during that last dance," the ram waved at the barmaid, who was done up as a witch "miss did you see where the bull who was here went?"
All's Well that Ends Swelled: ch1
The barmaid winked at him. "at bellringer's, everyone's a regular," she said, giving his sore parts a bump with her bare hip before heading to deliver the drinks she was carrying.
Scorched Earth: Jinx-Eater
The barmaid shot them both a quizzical look. "right." clement cleared his throat. "i'm looking for someone. poet, he was here last night. blue and white bird, might've left with a fox?" the barmaid gave him a flat look.
Sword of St. Michael #7
She crossed to the bar when the barmaid looked up from putting something away. argonian eyes were difficult to read at the best of times, but the intake of breath was unmistakable.
The Horned Lord (Trade)
She said, speaking in a soft, breathy voice that reminded iver of the barmaids in town. and from the brush behind her emerged two other denizens just like her.