Vivienne smiled at the man, and waved him back toward the house from where she had just come.  The chickens would wait, and so would Aunt Mary.  Vivienne had plans to make and should her aunt return from her errands early, having Monsieur Gale there might help distract the old woman long enough for Vivienne to make her departure.  Now that she knew what might lay in store for her, she had no time to lose.<br/><br/>Once they entered the cottage, Vivienne settled the Inspector at the table, across from a warm fire.  A healthy mug of cold ale, a generous portion of beans with a nice piece of ham, and a chunk of warm bread were set before him.  A small dollop of fresh butter, and what was left of the jam also placed on the table.<br/><br/><strong>"Monsieur Gale?  When you have eaten your fill, if you would be kind enough to come upstairs and help me bring my trunk down, I'd...be most appreciative."<br/></strong><br/>Her gaze conveyed just HOW appreciative she'd be, and doubted the man would misunderstand.<br/><br/>Though she was in fact NOT a harlot, but a true dancer of good reputation, Vivienne had on occasion thanked one or two of her benefactors as graciously as she had been able.  Though still a virgin, she'd learned many ways to please a man that did not involve them thrusting between her legs.  Her discretion, and that of the men she kept company with, had protected her name, and also given her a small sense of mystery among those who enjoyed her performances, and through word of mouth that mystery had spread.  This brought in a decent number of men to the pub wanting to see Vivienne's performances for themselves, as well as lead them to seek the validity of the mystery.  It had been rumored that an hour with Vivienne was equal to a night with the highest paid courtesan.