"Ahh, yes, come on in." She stepped back to make room for Petra to enter and smiled, returning to the livingroom then though not sitting down. Her skirt flowing down smoothly, her tush seemingly small and flat in that dress then. Not all women were curvy, but the slender grace she had was not too thin though, she did not look like she was starving for beauty, her body was soft but simply built slender.<br/><br/>"The door to the basement is locked right now, but I can open it. Down there I keep fine wine and salted meat, as well as other ingredients, sealed up and cool. I thought it would be a perfect place to keep them fresh, but then one day I realized the place had rats in it. I tried to shoo them off with my broom even though I was scared of them, but then one, huge, huge ugly rat pushed an entire<em>barrel</em>over as it moved ahead, even though it was an empty barrel it must have been heavy. I turned and ran, and locked the door. People think I'm exaggerating but you can go look for yourself. I can reward you if you can kill that rat for me, please." She looked at Petra imploringly. "I can buy new food and throw away what is on those shelves but the wines down there, I'd scream if I let those rats break the barrels and spill that nectar of the gods." She shivered and shook her head.<br/><br/>"Would you do this for me?" She stepped over taking Petra's hand, looking at her eyes with a look that a puppy dog could have tried to imitate, imploring with a little pout, and hopeful gaze.