Lithelle felt foolish.  In her 'world' however, there was usually a catch.  It took her off guard when people acted out of kindness, but when they did, even that kindness came at a price.  She holds up her hands defensively , "Nono! I um..It's not to say I could be bought for a few extra septims, but bored house wives and dignitaries far less fetching then you have tried ..."  Why were all of her words coming out in a jumbled mess? Gods it was hot in here.<br/><br/>She tries to play it off by giving Kalith a fetching smile, "Insulting for who now? You the consumer of fine girl-flesh, or the hunk of meat her self?"  She wipes the sweat from her brow,as she starts to feel a bit feverish.  Infection  was setting in, and Lithelle was injured so rarely , (as battles were usually over long before she was seen), that she made no connection to the white hot throbbing in her side, to the feverish weakened feeling.  She wipes her hand off on her leather clad chest, brushing off the feeling of sickness, and extends her wrist in greeting. "What good's a reputation that isn't tarnished a bit anyhow eh?" She laughs and introduces her self. "Lithelle. Elle...Lith....'hey you'...Bosmer. Take your pick." She takes note of the Dunmers smile.  She doesn't pick up on the teeth, but she does notice there is something...'off' about the woman.  Being a woman of secrets her self, she always respected that 'off' feeling as reason to never delve deeper, but this one- such an anomaly already. Lithelle couldn't help but wonder what was -really- going on here.<br/><br/>Maybe this all really was to be taken at face value. Maybe it was just a fellow Mer looking out for another in a land of Nords and Imperial's.  "So ...seven a piece..and I'm sorry if I um...offended you."  She nods apologetically and reaches for the bag, stopping to size the Dunmer up once more. She wasn't really one for ''pleasantries". "Thank you for your coin Kalith, perhaps if I find anything of note in my misadventures I'll be sure to have it find it's way to you."   With coin in hand, she can freely exit, however there is -something-  begging her to stay.   Common sense screams 'be gone and off to the tavern to find your whore and a bed.' while something else almost pulls her , begging her to stay for a bit longer.<br/><br/>The whore's wouldn't stay available all night however, and she was lonely.  It had been far too long since she felt the warmth of another body pressed against her's ...all sweaty and panting.  It was obvious she wasn't the Dunmers type. So she pulls her cloak back up, ties up her bag, and hefts it over her shoulder.  She gives the Dunmer a charming grin. "If you ever feel like tarnishin' that reputation.....I should be in town a few more days."  She rolls her eyes inwardly...why does she say such foolish things? With her hand on the door, she twists the nob, and opens the door to the  Riften streets.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>