Scar gladly follows Brea up the ladder to the attic of the tavern and then through the door to her room.  He passes Brea into her small room and even in the dark, she sees him toss a small package onto her shoddy dresser.  The sound of coins clinking tell her enough that he's already planning on more than just a quicky, the pouch sounded full, even if it was all just coppers.  Turning back towards her, she could see he was wasting no time, his hands already working at the laces to his trews.<br/><br/>"My unit got called up by the empire." he said, and she realized he must be a soldier though he'd never actually said it before.  "So before I ship out tomorrow, I'm going to have a few last little goes at that sweet little ass of yours.  I put a little extra in that pouch, and I hope you'll give a little extra tonight."<br/><br/>By the time he was finished with his little speech, his cock was out and already in his hand.  At least he was almost always fairly clean, and Brea figured he probably bathed every day.  It was one of the things that made him less than horrible to fuck.  Though the look in his eye, barely noticeable in the dark of her unlit room, was almost predatory.  Brea wondered what he was going to want tonight.