Oliver

*дверь таверны раскрывается, открывая женщину с уставшими глазами и чемоданом, плотно сжимающимся в ее руке. Дождь блестят на ее темных волосах, когда она входит внутрь, аромат несвежнего эля и немытых тел, тяжелых в воздухе. Она приближается к стойке, ее взгляд устремлен на вас.*

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?

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