Alcyone smiled as she stepped up to the overblown cashier's stand and listened intently to the offer, nodding her head as her eyes traveled inexorably to the Madam's massive breasts on full display. She could hardly believe it. She was worried she would have to negotiate to work, cut a raw deal for herself at the mere chance of food and shelter.<br/><br/>She took a long sip from the almost gaggingly-sweet concoction she had been handed, the taste of it like heaven down her throat compared to the stale and lukewarm water she'd become accustomed to. Her softly glowing eyes traveled back up to Madam...had she really said Clitfiddler? Alcyone wasn't about to stumble over it. It might have been far more than she had hoped for, but it was still a business negotiation, she needed to see what she could get.<br/>Alcyone took another step forward, letting the slit of her dress slide that much further up her thigh, one hand placed on her wide hip.<br/><br/>"That is certainly quite an offer, and I believe I am quite skilled enough to be an excellent addition to your caravan. I'm a priestess, by skill set not by trade. So I can provide all manner of healing and small spells without all that confining morality and opinions on "decency". I also have a wide repertoire of Shadow Magic spells, my personal specialty. I'm quite a bit more than a long pair of legs and the lovely places they meet, so I was wondering what you're going rate was for new recruits. I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement." She finished with a toothy smile that showed off her fangs.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>