"Well," Fehaz said as he placed one hand on the girls' head as she blew him, "If you're leaving town that's the loss of the main thing you have to offer me.  You know I've wanted you to come work for me for a while now.  But I suppose I could get someone to take you to the east gate and sneak you out, unseen, for  the right price.  How about twenty silver?  I'll throw in an outfit of clothing that fits you from the girls closet upstairs."<br/><br/>He was referring to the closet of clothing that his whores all shared.  There'd likely be something to fit her, though any guess as to the sluttiness of the outfit was unknown.  Their clothing was designed to tittaliate, not protect a woman from the cold or hide her face.