Sure enough, the young man watched her wash up laviciously, and then turned to finish his own end of the night duties, a slight bulge in his trews showing that he had enjoyed the show.  Brea returned to the tap room to find that it was clearing out.  Most of the people were gone, save her regular, mr scar, and a few others who were finishing their last rounds.  Fat Kald seemed to be trying to convince an equally sleazy looking, yet thin, man of something.  The two were leaning in close, whispering, and not paying much attention to else.<br/><br/>Brea knew that if she were to take scar up to her room now, Kald would let her out of clean up duties at the end of the night.  Assuming she gave him half of the coin of course, which he would demand.  Then again, the group at the table, the halfling couple and the two lizardfolk were looking at her intently.  They waved her over, and mr scar watched closely as Brea went past, holding a few silver down by his belt buckle, an obvious sign that he was eager to get to it.<br/><br/>As Brea approached the table, the halfling woman spoke to her in a high pitched, but somehow smokey voice, "My two friends here want to know if you're on the job sweet cheeks.  I told them that the way you hustled out after that sailor, and the bit of white drying on your collar, said you were.  But I figured you should probably answer yourself, eh?"