Mirna observe the room she was in. Once a simple hall, it had turned to what could eloquently be called, a bar. And from the outfit she was forced to wear, she would be the server.
'Or be the item that would be served.' she thought to herself, looking at the on her body.
A makeshift version of what regular bar wench wore, except more erotic and cover very little. For the top wear, a detached collar with white bikini top was used, with the bikini top having heart-shaped cut on the nipples area.
The skirt were short to the point bending over would reveal her buttock. As she did not have any lower undergarment down there, everything would be revealed should someone flip her skirt, which would not be uncommon in the Realm.
The more she look at herself, the more she was at a disbelief of how the once proud Hero she was fall so low, to be treated like a lowly prostitute. In fact, she was lower than that amounting to nothing other than sex toy for the Demon Lord and his ilk.
