<div class="floatright">(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/FailingMeekArmyant-size_restricted.gif)</div>The crowd was quickly lured in by her act.  Small change of coppers and silvers began to rain in, nearly pelting her.  She found that the impacts did not hurt however, but rather, were spirited away into her inventory.  They were using the<strong>tipping </strong>mechanic, a little eye-burp-bubble helpfully informed her.  It allowed players to make direct trades.<br/><br/>After shaking her ass and tits for the wily crowd they began to hoot and holler, and those who saw her through the window wandered in to take a look.  Many hands reached near but never enough to touch, often with another hand under the table tending to their growing erections or dampening slits.  The whole tavern was soon focused on her.<br/><br/>Except for the stranger at the bar.  Still something<em>off </em>about him.<br/><br/>A man in a fine fur coat walzted in, a magical quart looking staff topped by a pink ruby sparkling with magical power.  Everyone was shocked!  A<em>level 12</em>here, of all places!  Surely he'd found somewhere better by now?  Then again, with the game officially having just come out, not many were likely in higher level areas.  All eyes were on him as he sauntered up to the stage.  He had a crooked nose and a weird scar that split over his left eye where a brown leather eye patch covered it.  Definitely a character on the grizzled side.<br/><br/>Taemi felt a distinct pleasure as the coins touched her and disappeared.  A distinctly<em>erotic </em>pleasure.  There was something heating her up, all over her body.  Then she realized:<br/><br/>It was the money!  That damn dwarf had infected her with something.  What was it called?  Oh right,<em>"Gold Digger Fever."</em>She could feel herself wanting more and more as the money rained onto her.<br/><br/>He stopped to give her a long look, drinking in her every curve and move.  He licked his fat, bent lip with a disgustingly welted tongue.  His one eye glowered with desire, but also a milky whiteness obscuring his sight.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey there newbie, I've got an offer you cannot refuse."</strong>He waved a hand and words appeared beneath her eyes, glittering in gold,<strong>Masterwork Slaver Dancer's Regalia</strong>.  Then she received a trade request: that, for what she was wearing right now.<br/><br/><strong>"For just your starting armour 'll give you something from a dungeon you're not even supposed to be able to enter until level ten.  You'll be getting gold raining on you in no time with that getup.  I'll even be the first in line to shower you."</strong><br/><br/>While normally she felt like she'd be able to refuse, Taemi felt something<em>powerful </em>overtaking her.  Greed.  Her desire to dig more and more gold.  Her pouch now contained twelve silver ninety copper, however-much that was, but she needed more.  And she needed it to be<strong>GOLD</strong>.  There was a voice telling her that on the inside.  A scratchy, static-y one at times.  One that didn't fully line up with the rest of herself.  Almost like the needle on a record player was being jerked back into place anytime her mind would wander to another course of action.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Defense, Soul</div><div class="spoiler_body">Make a Soul Defense roll or accept the deal.</div></div>