It took time for this Mr. Sinclair to notice her but when he did the reaction was honestly worth it. The empty goblet clattering to the ground was enough of an indication to her that she would be able to easily wiggle into his mind and get her employer what he wanted. Maybe this time she could ask him for a raise or something of that effect if it worked. The bag of coins she kept under the floorboard of her room was every scrap of coin she’d managed to earn from the merchant. Her contract said she worked for three coppers a day, but of course her expenses were removed from that. She had a place to sleep in the manor and was kept fed and clothed. After that was taken into account she made roughly six coppers a week. It wasn’t nothing. There were elves in Tevinter that didn’t see even that.
Besides, she had never been beaten or harmed. It was all positive. She had almost fifty gold stashed away at this point. By the time her fifteen year contract was finished at the end of this year she should have that much and she wouldn’t have to sign a new one. She could move into the city proper and start her business. It was close. This was almost over for her.
But a little boost wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? She handed glasses to the other men at the table, careful not to interact with Sinclair until his eyes were on her again. It wouldn’t do to show off when he was extremely purposefully ignoring her existence. She had to admit, the opal he pulled from his pocket was beautiful and she knew without even having to look at her Master that he would jump at the chance to try and obtain it for his own.
”That is a beautiful little treasure and I would guess a quite expensive one at that. Must have been quite a difficult thing to acquire.”
Kalara leaned over now, pouring the glass, here large eyes latching onto the adventurer’s for a moment as his finger grazed her hand. His words made her raise her brow and she licked her lips, wetting them slightly,
Yes, he was a pretty one, wasn’t he? A step above the men she was usually asked to fawn over. A smile played on her lips as she looked up to see Witclaw pull the map in question from a locked box. He set it down in the pile of gold and jewels accompanying the opal, Hardly seems fair to trade a bit of old parchment for a jewel such as that. I can at least allow you to use my good luck charm for the game. Kalara, be a dear…”
Kal knew what he meant, it was a practiced dance. She gently sat in the young man’s lap, adjusting the skirt of her dress so a fair bit of thigh was exposed, and tossing her long blonde curls over her shoulders. She smiled and reached for a match to light the man’s cigar as she sat in his lap.
Besides, she had never been beaten or harmed. It was all positive. She had almost fifty gold stashed away at this point. By the time her fifteen year contract was finished at the end of this year she should have that much and she wouldn’t have to sign a new one. She could move into the city proper and start her business. It was close. This was almost over for her.
But a little boost wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? She handed glasses to the other men at the table, careful not to interact with Sinclair until his eyes were on her again. It wouldn’t do to show off when he was extremely purposefully ignoring her existence. She had to admit, the opal he pulled from his pocket was beautiful and she knew without even having to look at her Master that he would jump at the chance to try and obtain it for his own.
”That is a beautiful little treasure and I would guess a quite expensive one at that. Must have been quite a difficult thing to acquire.”
Kalara leaned over now, pouring the glass, here large eyes latching onto the adventurer’s for a moment as his finger grazed her hand. His words made her raise her brow and she licked her lips, wetting them slightly,
And what more would you ask of me, Sir?she whispered, leaning in so her lips just lightly grazed his ear and her hair would tickle her chin. She didn’t hate this part of her job. Flirting was fun enough, especially when the man was as good to look at as this one. All broad and lean, bright eyed and nary a wrinkle on his young features.
Yes, he was a pretty one, wasn’t he? A step above the men she was usually asked to fawn over. A smile played on her lips as she looked up to see Witclaw pull the map in question from a locked box. He set it down in the pile of gold and jewels accompanying the opal, Hardly seems fair to trade a bit of old parchment for a jewel such as that. I can at least allow you to use my good luck charm for the game. Kalara, be a dear…”
Kal knew what he meant, it was a practiced dance. She gently sat in the young man’s lap, adjusting the skirt of her dress so a fair bit of thigh was exposed, and tossing her long blonde curls over her shoulders. She smiled and reached for a match to light the man’s cigar as she sat in his lap.
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