Ysena made her retreat off of the stage, moving back to the back rooms. The people with the knifes moving to the bar to claim their free drink. As she went several of the appreciative male watchers moved up to her, either handing her a tip for the dance, or putting it down her top, depending how drunk they were. She sighed but was no less accustom to this form of treatment.<br/><br/>Overhearring someone call to a Dancer, gathering they were talking to her, saying they promised better pay. She raised her hand in response, letting them know she will be with them shortly as she dissapeared into the back rooms to get over overcloths on and packing her dancing attire back into her traveling bags.<br/><br/>Picking up her knives as she passed the bar she returned to the group who were recruiting, gauging each of them in turn, there was more of them than when she left. It could almost resemble a respectable traveling party. Pulling over a unused chair she sat down at the table, content to listen to the convosation until there was a gap. "So, how much more pay am I looking at exactly?" She queried, wanting to get straight to the point, not that she was a stiff, but she needed to make sure these guys knew that when talking buisness, she wasn't messing around.