Mysaria was washing herself after a long encounter with a particularly unfavorable client, placed a damp cloth on a wound on her upper lip. Witnessing your entrance, she gives you a slight smile, and when you put down the bag with money, Mysaria tries to unbuckle your belt, hoping to perform some services, but you refuse, reminding her of your wish for her to stop selling her body. She knew very well what you felt; but her body belonged to the night and it was dark and full of terrors