Jarmyn turns round and drops his eyes while putting his shirt back on. I notice two things, he leaves the shirt undone and he has another tat. A name in small and fancy script. He moves in a bit closer, but slowly, clearly not trying to be aggressive. and his voice is slow and very polite, Please, Miss Verite, tell me how much are you going to charge me?

I smile brightly and quote him a price for the work. It may be a bit high but I'm sure we can work something out. It doesn't have to be cash. I do a lot of trade with the regulars, it works out that I have plenty of food. Gives me some incentive to get better at cooking.