"I could still use your help tomorrow at the ball."
"That again?"
"I have the same offer, and I'm throwing in 50 Gold coins even if I don't get attacked."
"...Just what kind of offer is that?" Misho stared at her, stunned. He didn't understand what she was thinking.
"You're popular, aren't you, Quarter?"
HorseJulien grinned at him.
"What do you say? Are you in?"
"…Sorry. I'm not interested."
Whatever trouble she had, Misho didn't feel inclined to help, even if she paid. After all, his first impression of her wasn't the best.
"How about…"
She walked up to Misho behind the booth and whispered into his ear.
"…Let's have sex."
His eyes shot open, her words sending thunder throughout his whole body. She pulled away, straightened herself, and combed her hair back.
Misho finally took a look at her face.
