"Oh." Vilo replied, her eyes widening as Grishka's narrowed. She slowly assumed a smile, "I had no idea. I thought this was... y'know, just a job -for you."<br/><br/>The halfling shuffled around, dangerously close to revealing her own greedy nature. As she took a step, there was a distinct crunching sound. Viloet looked down, eying the ad she took from the billboard. Huh. Must have fell out when he took her top off. Looked a little.... stained.<br/><br/>"Truth be told, I just came into town. It was by the grace of the gods that I even found this big mansion, let alone a mere tailor's shop. If I get caught out too late, well..." She flapped her arms out to her sides, presenting her body, "I'm not exactly intimidating. Hells, I'm practically bait. I tend to... get lost easily."<br/><br/>She was speaking from experience. And there always seemed to be some lecherous drunkard prowling the night getting a little too gropey or mistaking her for a prostitute. But the worst were those back alley thugs that would robe her blind, or extort her. And even then, the most gratitude she ever got from them was to be 'paid' for her 'services' ...and usually out of the money they just stole from her. At least being released without any of her clothes into an even<em>seedier</em>part of town only ever happened once.<br/><br/>Such was her life. "Besides, I'd like to get to know more about you and Terrance." She added with a smile, "If that's alright?"