"Well, normally we just accept gold..." The oread says, a twinkle in her eye as her lips come mere millimeters from your ear. "But if we are trading in the old ways... then you would give tribute of the World to learn truths of the flesh, and tributes of Flesh to learn truths of the world."<br/><br/>The woman's free hand comes to rest on your thigh again, and you can practically hear the laughter she's holding back. Not mean spirited, but exhilarated and free.<br/><br/>"And something tells me you will not be making any blood sacrifices this night... so what tribute of the flesh<em>would </em>you give this humble fortune-teller?" her fingers<em>squeeze</em>gently, both on your shoulder and on your leg. "Something<em>pleasant</em>, I hope..."