"And you're certainly worth my while," Laewynn told Sara. "My name's Laewynn, darling; a pleasure." Drawing herself back up on to the table, she began to writhe and twist around the pole until she was standing up next to it again. Refreshed, she started anew: this time, her movement was more smooth and flowing. Her hips moved, and slowly but surely she turned around and slide her hands down the pole as she stuck her ass out towards them and knelt. Stretching her legs, she pointed herself straight back towards Sara before sliding back up, twirled around to face the bulk of her modest audience, and resumed her dance.<br/><br/><em>She's cute,</em>Laewynn thought to herself as she continued to entice her patrons,<em>and innocent. She certainly seems interested in what I have to offer-- and she has gold with her, which she not unwisely showed at the bar...</em>Laewynn wouldn't mind sleeping with Sara, but something told her she had little experience with their own sex.<em>Or men, for that matter.</em>Of course, it was all theory, but if the man scribbling in the corner really just needed a place to rest his arse whilst scribbling posters she might see how much she could milk out of Sara for a night.<br/><br/><em>Assuming she'd take me up on the offer,</em>Laewynn thought glumly, not letting it show on her sultry face. She rolled her shoulders as she swayed back and forth, swishing her breasts in the fabric generously.<em>It's rare enough to find a woman entertained by my kind of dancing; one who would have sex with me's another thing entirely, though.</em>Deciding it didn't matter much one way or the other and reassuring herself that there were many routes to pleasure in this world, Laewynn simply continued to dance and wait for something else to happen. Perhaps later she would attempt to exact another pleasurable toll, but at the moment she was hardly prompted to. If they wanted to see her tits, they would need to produce.