Viloet Hornblower was munching lazily on a skewered bit of meat as she meandered through the mob crowding around the billboard stand. If there were two benefits of being half the size of most everyone else that came immediatly to the halfling's mind, it was that most people didn't notice you and that most vendors sold you human-sized portions for the same price!<br/><br/>Of course, she felt obligated to her so recently departed coin to eat the entire meal every time, despite her belly's protests. Furthermore, when people didn't notice you; it tended to make reaching for things more difficult than it had to be.<br/><br/>A quick smile and her most winning 'I'm helpless!' face usually provided her with a boost when she needed it. It didn't help that even the most modestly cut blouses offered a good view of her cleavage from above. At least she could wear a skirt without fear.<br/><br/>Today she had strolled into town looking like any seasoned veteran, wearing tight brown leather armor that served the dual function of protecting her vulnerable shoulders and attempting to keep these giant breasts of hers in place. It was complimented with a matching set of pants with a pad on each thigh for protection. The whole thing was... a little small, owing to her size being somewhat of a rarity again; Viloet was tall for halfling, which still wasn't very much, only serving the purpose of making every standard 'half-sized' article of clothing particularly tight and form-fitting... especcially around her chest and ass. That's just how it is, she always said defeatedly.<br/><br/>After walking around a bit, Vilo plucked the last shred of meat from the stick and tossed it, grumbling a little at how full she was. Still, it had been awhile since the last job and her coin purse was getting a little light. Staring up at the billboard, she squinted at the various ads and wanted posters, fearsome monsters preying on caravans or a basement full of giant rats that may or may not lead into the sewers where some regal queen rat lived. Same old, same old.<br/><br/>But there was a parchment on the board that seemed particularly interesting, and most of the other mercenaries and sellswords at the stand didn't seem too concerned with it. 'No competition, eh?' The halfling thought with a smile. Though she had fashioned her abundent hair into a pair of pigtails, there was always a lose strand or two. Brushing it aside, she looked up at the nearest man in the group and tugged on his pant leg with a pouty look.<br/><br/>Upon closer inspection, she discovered why nobody else was interested in this job. It was easy, too easy. Everybody seemed to believe that the only way you were to advance in life was by facing dangers and killing things, but Viloet wasn't picky. She let out a slight grunt at the implications of being 'too proud for a brothel', but how bad could it be?<br/><br/>"Ooh,<em>Professionalism!</em>" The halfling cooed as she snatched the parchement from the wall and stuffed it down her shirt. Turning her head back to the man who so generously offered a lift, she nodded her head with a smile. It was her way of saying, 'Thanks, but can you put me down, like right now?'