You sat at a couch that was on the verge of collapse, taking a drag from your cigarette. It was the lazy part of the day, when all your workers are preoccupied with their clients and you can just tell people to come back another time. The door swung open, and without looking up, you drawled, Sorry, honey. House is full. You don’t seem busy yourself, a deep voice answered. You peered up at the looming woman in front of you. Her clothes were nice and clean, with no wrinkles or dirt in sight. She was definitely not a local Zaunite. I’m not up for auction, unfortunately for you. She merely chuckled in response. Threw down a bag of gold that spilled at your feet. That enough?