<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/f97Iv9D.jpg)</div><em>Do... to her</em>- Mhurren watched the girl's chest rising and falling as Miriel's breath deepened in expectation of Hodge's judgement. At least it felt like judgement. He grinned at the sight of her frustration and even desperation, as Hodge stated the size of Eller's debt.<br/><br/>Miriel yelped out, then whimpered with trepidation as Mhurren unceremoniously picked her up and turned her as she were a toy, practically bending her over the bar. "Please?" - her eyes searched for empathy. Not finding much of it on Hodge, she turned her pleading gaze to the man in the black hat. "Mister?" - soft her voice pleading. The bright blue eyes under the black hat were of familiar kind. Elf or half elf? In those blue eyes she found... interest. She had hoped for something more.<br/><br/>"Twelve gold!" - Miriel almost cried out. Eller... the bastard had set her up - "I owe him twelve gold!" - part of it was for the travel, and part for discretion. She hadn't wanted anyone knowing where she was traveling to. After that, she would have been left with few extra gold pieces. Enough for a modest start, and time to find good prospects. Preferably starting with a hot bath. So far that plan hasn't been panning. She tried not to tremble as Hodge gently brushed the strands of her hair away from her eyes.<br/><br/>Mhurren was enjoying the feel of her behind against him. The girl was a bit too small in the important places for his taste, but that could sometimes be fun too. Her ass was firmer then he expected. He half whispered into her ear - "If you play nice. We also play nice. You don't yell. You don't scream. You don't try to escape. And we play nice. You want us to play nice, don't you, girl?" He loved feeling her squirm. And she did squirm as Mhurren leaned against her, but she stopped when she felt his hardening bulge brushing against her, causing her to freeze and make herself as small as possible, squeezing herself against the bar and away from Mhurren.<br/><br/>Her situation was getting more desperate. Her words flowed quickly, without any deliberation - "Yes. Yes! I'll pay! I'll pay...  I don't have the money now... but..." - she stared at the coin Hodge pushed towards her. Her expression showed she didn't understand his intent. The coin purse stayed between them on the bar for the moment, even if Miriel's hands were somewhat free, with Mhurren's own now exploring her waist and slowly trending upward. "I... I can earn the gold. I'm really a dancer. A blade dancer! A good one." - except without a blade... "I could maybe work for you?" - her eyes on Hodge. He was the nicer of the two. Half-orc was just being a pig. "I can bring in more costumers here..." - a hint of confidence and hope started seeping into her voice. This place was practically empty. "I... I have other skills too." - Hodge and Mhurren knew she wasn't just a dancer. At the minimum, she knew the thieves cant. That implied few skills. By the looks of her, probably cons. Pick-pocketing maybe. Maybe even lock picking. "Please?" - her pleading blue eyes were trying to draw Hodge's gaze. "Don't let him hurt me."<br/><br/>"Hurt you?" - Mhurren laughed out from behind her. "But I only want to make you feel good, little girl."<br/>