The halfling's eyes widened as the maid recounted her tale. So maybe Viloet did get lucky. She was frightened to think of the result if they were to... deny Terrance, build up his excitement and the intensity. Or if he was to abstain for a long period of time, days or weeks as perhaps it had been the case with Grishka. There must have been something going on here...<br/><br/>Viloet shook away those thoughts as they entered. She was always somewhat vain, and prone to spending all her money on things of only cosmetic importance. So as soon as they walked into the tailor, the halfling got distracted by some pretty dress here or some adventuring tunics there. She almost entirely forgot her purpose here until she remembered how little money she had to spend. Pulling out the note, the halfling went over to the counter and placed it far above her head on its' surface, stepping on her tippy toes just to do so.