It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Fjord, a half-orc warlock . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, The room has become very lively, with music, people swinging from the chandelier, and scarf dancers on the tables. Envious, Jester and Nott start working up their own dance number.
DM: As you approach the bar, the dwarven woman, who's in the process of cleaning a spill on the side, looks over and sees you and does a triple-take, like-- "Well, would you look at this strapping mass of green and tooth."
Player: Thank you kindly, ma'am.
DM: "What can I do for you?"
Player: It's a little early in the evening, but I thought I might get a head start and inquire what some friendship might run me.
DM: "Mighty forward, but I can't say I'm not interested. I've got a few more hours on my shift, but if you hang around--"
Player: I would hate to remove you from your duties. Plus, my companions are also interested in the same. You said there might be--
DM: "Well, it's been a while since I've--"
Player: Oh! No, yeah, let me clarify. (stammering) I need--
DM: She goes and starts pouring herself a drink.
Player: Multiples-- not multiples! I need individual companions for my friends, not just your beautiful self.
DM: "How many?"
Player: Three.
DM: "Three companions? All right. I have to go and connect with a friend here and see what's available, but that's certainly doable."
Player: Great, and do you know how much that might run?
DM: "Well, that depends on what you're asking for. Is it only for the hour, is it for the evening, what the requests are--"
Player: Per hour is good, yeah.
DM: "For an hour? Three? That'd put you about, say, 20 gold."
