[BlueInTheShell]

"You can continue to blame me, or you can blame yourself for not keeping control of the whole situation." Tritonia interjected, snapping her focus on Nanika and fidgeting her clawed fingers and then raking them down the door; strips of wood flaking down onto the ground to demonstrate what she was capable of should physical retaliation be attempted. Not that Tritonia was particularly afraid. A whore and her mistress? It would have been like swatting flies. Flies that had been on top of too many men for her own tastes.

Negotiation had begun of course, and Tritonia laughed and tilted her head to the side. "Those bags of gold your mistress refuses to take. I can pay you that every week. You'd probably make more under my heel than you would with her, of course." Tritonia cooed, blowing a patronizing kiss towards Nanika and then flicking a tongue across her lips - The bard settling snake's eyes on Chidi. "A more precise payment would be 200 gold coins a week. Non-negotiable. Unless, you really want to take the risks of coming to your feet on your own. I won't stop you. I'm sure -other- people might."