<strong>"I would love to have this lovely girl's complete attention for the night."</strong>The knight stated.<strong>"Am I correct in the assumption that can be arranged."</strong><br/><br/>Gold glinted in the firelight as a handful coins passed from the knight's hand and into Maeve's. The redheaded rogue tossed the coins in her palm assessing their weight and grinned as her thief's talent judged the coin to be true.<br/><br/><strong>"Yes indeed, sir knight."</strong>Maeve hastily agreed, her exposed cleavage heaving as her breath quickened from the thrill of handling gold.<strong>"You'll not be disappointed with this one your lordship. Most enthusiastic she is between the sheets and willing to cater to any whim."</strong><br/><br/>Cyrus looked up from his card game and leered at the wench as he noted the coins that vanished into Maeve's clothing.<br/><br/><strong>"She should know, the randy trollop's tried out more whims on the slut than I've killed Goblins."</strong>Cyrus commented to his card playing cronies.<br/><br/>Cyrus's attempt to whisper the comment failed miserably, his booming voice was clearly heard throughout the common room and elicited a ripple of sniggering from the tavern's clients. Maeve's cheeks reddened and a rosy blush spread across the exposed upper hemispheres of her bosom. She smiled awkwardly at the knight before retreating back to the kitchen. The indentured wench on the other hand neither blushed or reacted at all to the comment or the fact that her services had been sold without consulting her for a handful of coin that she would never see.<br/><br/><strong>"My lord dresses well."</strong>The wench commented, a calculating look momentarily expressing itself on her pretty face before it was hidden with a winning smile.<strong>"You must have a fine and wealthy barony. May I ask the name of your manor, is it far from here?"</strong>