Laewynn's gaze was stuck to the sign as she read the bold text-- gold for pest-killing? He meant something more than rats if he was advertising<em>here</em>, surely, but plumbers and cellarars? It could potentially be subterranean in nature...<br/><br/>Laewynn was brought back to the immediacy of her situation when the woodsman looking ruffian slapped a gold coin on the table. Well, far beyond her to be an unaccommodating entertainer for such generosity. Sliding down her pole and swinging around to make yet deeper eye contact with the man, she slowly drew the coin across the table, then with a glide of her thumb moved up and into a pocket within her skirts. Standing up a bit to keep her balance she brought her arms over her head and began to undo the band of fabric, and in a moment it was off.<br/><br/>Breast barred, Laewynn grasped either end of her covering and proceeded to wrap it around the pole so that she could maneuver using it. Going up and down and twisting her hands, leaning out a bit over her audience at parts, she proceeded to really sell her new found toplessness-- she fully intended to have herself a break to go speak with the man at the table, and in fact would've done so immediately had she not just received so generous a tip. So instead she would make meaningful glances to the table of the reputable guildsman, where Sara and another girl had just joined him, as if mentally marking her next stop before having a drink and leaving. Usually that wouldn't be for some time yet, but something told her that this was just the job she'd been hanging around the Rusty Dive recently expressly to find.