Brea could still taste the fishy remnants of Kald's emissions in the back of her throat. It wasn't that she minded too much - she'd had enough experience with his jism the past couple years. And besides, as things went, she had tasted worse. She was just afraid someone would smell him on her breath, because she intended to start talking.<br/><br/>The man with the scar was a regular and she usually gave him a good time. He was almost in the bag tonight; all she had to do was give him the nod. It wasn't that she minded servicing Kald either, not a lot at least. But if she wasn't going to get anything out of it,  she was better off looking for other options. The "Scar Man" as she liked to call him (she had never asked his name) was a safe bet. She favoured him with a blatant wink as she slipped past him, and blew him a kiss.<br/><br/>It looked like she was having company tonight. That was easy enough. But there was still the better part of an hour left, plenty of time for another quick score. Even if she couldn't tempt anyone else into some quick poke in the back alley, she could at least smooth some feathers for a better tip.<br/><br/>Heading back to the table of one of the customers who had slapped her behind earlier, she lifted the empty tankard from the table, and in doing so, bent forward suggestively. The low-cut neckline of her bar frock revealed cleavage generous for her skinny frame, an invitation for an easy grope, an invitation which some customers had gladly taken up on in the past. "Anything else I can get you, darling?" She cooed, her voice low and sultry, belying the fact that she was not yet twenty.