Flowing around the pole, Laewynn entranced a few of the guildsmen nearer the upset newcomer's corner from atop a table. The Rusty Shield's patrons were hardly the freest with tips, but it was a far less seedy establishment than her regular fair-- she much preferred it not for that, however, but the types of people who would sometimes drift in. Sellswords, hedge knights, the less astute of Waterdeep's arcane community; where these people congregated so too did those seeking to employ their ilk. Laewynn hoped for such an opportunity to arise for her own reasons, but why waste her own money waiting for it to come to her when she could make money luring it in?<br/><br/>Thus reasoned she provided "exotic dancing" in the tavern, but in truth it was more like domestic Waterdavian debauchery. It proved sensual enough for the locals though. She was wearing a revealing green outfit with a short skirt and band of fabric around her breasts; yellow cord framed it. The outfit showed off much of her body, particularly while she was on top of her table and observers sitting, but her real adventuring clothing was in storage with the inn keeper. She still kept a dagger, well concealed on her lower body, in case of the unexpected while dancing however.