1545 B.E. Month 1, Day 28
15 Years after Reincarnation
As I walked the streets of Lorraine this night I take in my surroundings and lose myself to the feel of the city. Lorraine is a beautiful city devoid of majority of the common problems that most urban cities have. Crime is at a minimum there will always be criminals but comparatively speaking to America in its capital city DC, Lorraine wins. There is a sense of unity among the populace that makes governing the area easier and nobles and commoners often mingle.
Following the crowd I make my way into a nice sized tavern. As I walk thru the door I feel a hand grip my rear and I swiftly turn around. Seeing nothing I brush it off and continue inside.
The tavern is called the Blue Eyed Lady. It's a clean establishment polished floors, clean utensils, and fresh mugs. I step over into a smoking section. On this world or maybe I should call it reality there is a plant that for all purposes and intents is marijuana.
It's called the dank flower. Same effects as marijuana hunger, slight hallucinogenic effects, a euphoric feeling. Having a stoner girlfriend tends get you labelled as a stoner yourself so of course I was right at home smoking the dank flower. I liked the Blue Eyed Lady simply because it has quality beer and a good variety of dank flower. I order the Lemon Tea dank and a beer to get my night started.
I wonder about what my life would've been like if I hadn't been hit by that car. This world is more like an alternate reality than a new world really. So far from what I've encountered there have been many parallels to my reality. The landmass here is shaped different but the cultures have mostly stayed the same. What if I never was really reincarnated, I could just be in a coma...
*30 minutes later*
The tavern is well into a festive mood, there is music being played and a lady is standing on the table dancing. She has a figure you would see on adult models back on earth.
Nicely sized breasts (if they had Bras she'd probably be around a 38 C), curves, and an apple shaped posterior. Men cat- called and whistled appreciatively stomping their feet to the rhythm and clapping their hands. The Woman's moves are fluid and graceful like a trained dancer, for all I know she might be the lady this tavern is named after.
The song dies down and the lady hops off the table and I finally get a good look at her.
She's about 5'6 and though she isn't ethereally pretty, she does look good. With slanted green eyes, long black hair worked into braids, thick full lips, skin of a yellowish color she carried and exotic look to her.
The Lady's Skin Color
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As I was giving the woman the appreciation of my glance she quickly turned and looked in my direction then smiled. Swiftly she made her way to the booth I was in still giving me that dazzling smile
"Hello there handsome mind if I join you?" she asked
Naturally I was slightly shocked. Such an alluring and lovely woman doesn’t pick a random guy for no reason. I began to have some suspicions. As I ordered her some wine I could overhear some guys in the crowd.
“Poor sap.” One man said sighing
“The lady has her claws in the poor sod he’ll be out of coin in a few hours” another spoke up
“I’d gladly spend my coin for the night if that lass would warm my sheets!” another proclaimed boisterously
Suspicions mounting ever higher I engaged with conversation with her out of courtesy. I learned her name was Alana (Ah-Lane-Uh) she decided to move to Lorraine from the coastal city of Moratiz. Soon though I decided to dispense with the pleasantries.
“So to what do I owe the honor of your presence Lady Alana?” I asked. She looked at me with a playful smile. The look was quite seductive and lecherous in a way, but one does not simply get excited by a pretty face.
Soon she was rubbing my chest saying “Why can’t a lady simply enjoy the company of such a strong man?” in a bedroom tone. I looked around the common room of the tavern looking for any suspicious characters that might be her accomplices, all I saw were jealous gazes. I could over hear a few conversations in the crowd.
“The Silver-tongued bastard!” Someone exclaimed with clear hatred in their voice
“Lucky man there, looks like he has her hot like a bitch in heat!” another piped up
Satisfied that the immediate situation wasn’t a trap I returned my attention to the woman. She now had an eyebrow arched looking at me curiously.
“Surely you wouldn’t leave a lady to fend for herself would you good sir?” She quipped thinking my look was for me to find a way to escape. Those green eyes were boring into me and I caved like the horny man I was. ‘Well I haven’t been laid since the day before the accident it won’t hurt’
“Heavens no milady” I said with a coy smile and took her hand. I got a room from the tavern-keeper for a couple of hours ready for a good ass 15th birthday.