"Oh... uh... Nya... this..." Millie looks down at her outfit. "I'm... um... not for sale if that's what you mean." Though again, she can't help but be torn between her natural innocence and her suit-fueled libido. "I'm actually the local cl..." But her mouth stops before it can form the "eric" part of the sentence. Seeing the local holy woman dressed like this in a place of public... let's call it mutual self-indulgence... cannot be the best PR for the religious authorities. So Millie instead comes up with her best excuse. Why would a girl be in a tavern? She could be a serving wench, but the serving wenches seemed all to be in, or sometimes partially out of the same uniform. But then perhaps she could bring them to think she was a local songstress - that would go some way to explaining her provocative form of dress, if not so much the ears and the tail.<br/><br/>So Millie brightens and explains, "I'm the entertainment!"