The elf raised an eyebrow.  "Whore is such a dirty word," she said.  "I don't sleep with whores."  She glanced at Esther when she said that.  Still, she thought about it.  "Mm, maybe we can visit your temple first, but now you're asking for more, aren't you?  I'm not a dishonest businesslady, Jaimee," she declared.  "People wouldn't deal with me if I were.  If you want that ... insurance, well, insurance costs.  Doesn't it, Esther?"<br/><br/>Esther sighed and lowered her gaze toward the table.<br/><br/>Riz turned her red eyes back to Verisira.  "So, we visit the temple first, and make a deal with the priestess.  For insurance.  Here's your part: you got yourself into this, as far as anyone cares.  We've got witnesses that heard you make your offer -- deal with the temple for your freedom, or take you as a slave.  This can all go very smoothly, and that's what I'd like best.  The sun out here is<em>awful</em>and I'd prefer not to have to put up with any hassles, yes?"  She dropped her fork onto the plate with a clatter.<br/><br/>"I've certainly had better steak.  Do we have a deal, Jaimee?"