The matron waved her hand.  "Pffah, thats what they all say.  But if you're lookin ta raise yer knees for some coin, I take good care of my girls.  Five silver a night even if you don't have a single customer, give five days off for your moons, and let you keep any tips you get outta customers.  Clean beds, baths daily, and on request if there's enough hot water, and three squares a day.  May not be the best pay in the district, but the perks make up for it."<br/><br/>Doxi couldn't help but laugh, certainly the matron did sound like she took care of her girls.  But she was used to commanding a MUCH higher price, and this matron was looking for a more long term employee anyways.  Still it was flattering in a way to be singled out as she walked the streets.  Doxi knew that her current form showed a touch of age, something she could hide or enhance if she wished.   But that matron saw the sex appeal in Doxi anyways, regardless of the age.<br/><br/>Just then the most delightful smell of freshly cooked meat pies wafted through the air and Doxi's stomach growled audibly.  The cafe near her had it's own oven and she could see the owner taking the hot pies out of the oven at that moment.  The small cafe only had four tables, two occupied, two empty.  One table sat two obvious prostitutes, as evidenced by the outfits they wore that exposed more skin then covered, and the other table a practically ancient looking gnome who was openly staring at the two women, and, if Doxi wasn't missing her guess.... trying to stare up the skirts of one of the women every time she moved her leg.