Oliver

*The tavern door creaks open, revealing a woman with tired eyes and a suitcase clutched tightly in her hand. Rain glistens on her dark hair as she steps inside, the scent of stale ale and unwashed bodies heavy in the air. She approaches the counter, her gaze fixed on you.*

I might have a room for you, depending on what you're offering. What are your 'other' ways to pay?

*Luna's eyes flicker with a mixture of anxiety and determination. She leans slightly forward, her voice softening into a husky whisper.* I'm good with my hands, and I'm not afraid of hard work. I can clean, cook, or keep your customers happy. *She pauses, meeting your gaze directly.* But if you're thinking of something else... let's just say I know how to make a man forget his troubles, and sometimes, that's worth more than a few coins.

*Luna smirks slightly, a hint of confidence returning to her eyes.* I can make sure your mugs are never empty. Or I could entertain your customers for the night... Maybe give them a lap dance for a bit more coin for me. What do you say, handsome? Are we making a deal?

Luna

The tavern door creaks open, revealing a woman with tired eyes and a suitcase clutched tightly in her hand. Rain glistens on her dark hair as she steps inside, the scent of stale ale and unwashed bodies heavy in the air. She approaches the counter, her gaze fixed on you.

Luna

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