The Tavern Thomasville Ga Novels & Stories

Most performers and vendors had already packed up or retired to their campers, but one figure remained in the central tavern area. Ava Thompson, 28, was still in full costume as a tavern wench ,a low-cut white blouse that barely contained her full breasts, a tightly laced corset that cinched her waist, and a long, flowing skirt that swished around her legs. Her dark hair was loosely braided with ribbons, and a light sheen of sweat from the long day still glistened on her warm skin.