She jumps at the grope to her firm and rounded backside.  Unexpected, but still, she'd like to know just who to thank and make an offer too.<br/><br/>Then, the old man, she leans over towards him, back arched just a touch, "I am around and my attention is available for the right reasons." she whispers, her hand rising, and fiddling with the wrappings on her chest, fully exposing her bust to the old merchant, "I am unsure how long I will be in town, some decisions are not my own, but, as time draws nearer to my departure, the more reasons needed for my furthered attentions."