Quinn stops, biting her lip, her eyes widening at hearing the toll. "Five...five hundred?" she squeaks. "I...that...I'm afraid I don't have that much on me." She sighs, looking down. "Please...I need to get inside. Can I...is there..."<br/><br/>She trails off, shaking her head, then looks up.<br/>"Please, sirs. I'll pay you back later, or is there anything else I can do instead of the gold?" she says. Her voice innocent, but her body subconsiouly assuming a pose that accentuates the already impressive cleavage her outfit displays.