“Yes”

Thirty lentimes. You slide the crescent-shaped coins to the leader.

“Here.”

The leader counts it all with a satisfied smirk, then nods once. “See? Wasn’t so hard, was it?”

He pockets the lentimes and leans on the counter, looking you up and down.

“Same time next week. Don’t be late.”

The short thug snickers as they turn to leave. The leader pauses at the door and glances back at you with a warm smile. Without saying a word, they then leave, making one last jingle as they do.