While the woman didn't seem put off by the dryad's forward approach, she didn't exactly seem "sold"  yet,  either.<br/><br/>"Well,  dancers and whores always have work here, " She looked down at the dryad's dripping sex and smiled a political, shark like smile. "And I have no fears of you replacing anyone I don't want you to replace.  But I am more interested in your... Able body...  Now that I think about it. So, how about this?"<br/><br/>Ever the showgirl, the woman crossed her arms and leaned forward, resting on the dryad's bosom like a pillow.<br/><br/>"I have a client who has been getting a bit, ah, out of line with my girls lately. Now, he is very very careful - spiked drinks so no one can tell me what happened, or who did it, and he never stands out from the crowd. So I can't take formal action."<br/><br/>There was that shark smile again.<br/><br/>"But if one of those girls was a little sharper, and a little quicker on her feet... If she could defend herself, or at least stop the client... Well, that would give me just cause to make sure that person never sets foot in my establishment, or any other, ever again."