A few men, and one relatively attractive blonde woman speak up.  But one rather muscular and scarred individual pushes to the bar,  "I never been wif a cat girl before.  Madam Kirin sez yer rate's ten an hour.  Dats as much as da top girls here.  Ya wanna tell me what mah gold buys fer dat?"<br/><br/>On the other side of the bar the blonde woman sits down.  At this distance Flora can see corded muscles under the woman's frame, she's no stranger to hard work, but she's also no muscle bound moron.  She sits down and eyes Flora, then eyes the scarred man and rolls her eyes.  She however does not interrupt otherwise, maybe she's also just as interested in what her money would buy.