I watch her ass wiggle as she searches for the papers, waiting for her to come sit back down with me right in front of her on the desk.  She asks why I don't like men, and I shrug.<br/><br/>"Not attracted to them; I'm a lesbian, so women are more my thing." I say, being completely honest with the young woman "Not that I haven't been with a man before, but it's just not..."<br/><br/>I sigh, noticing that she didn't really care.  How's<em>that</em>for service?  She goes through the papers, looking through the jobs that are available, and while I'm sure I could be a guardswoman, something tells me it wouldn't be too interesting...<br/><br/>In the end, she's apologizing profusely, being unable to find a job to fit me.  Great, just great... but wait!  I have an idea, as I move to sit in the bunnywoman's lap, looking her in the eyes with a small pout.<br/><br/>"Are you<em>sure</em>you don't have a job in there for me?" I ask, still looking downtrodden and disappointed "I walked all the way here, and it took over a month to do so.  On the way I saved three women who'd been raped by bandits for well over a month, if not longer, and then personally escorted them to the gates of this city so that they could seek the services and care that they needed, and not once did I ask for any sort of reward; I did it out of the sheer kindness and love in my own heart.  So again, are you<em>absolutely sure</em>that there is<em>no</em>job for me in this entire town, one that doesn't put me in touch with a lot of men, but still pays well enough and gets me a good place to call my home?"<br/><br/>I figured a little bit of a name-drop there would work towards my goals.  Let's see if she can find me a job now...<br/><br/>(Diplomacy 18 + 12 = 30, if needed)