A halfling rogue

She's short, not even waist high to you, with with large green eyes and fiery red hair. Looking down, you realize you can't see her feet past her bust. While they would be large on any woman, they appear even larger on her, given her small stature. She's dressed in a close fitting dark green tunic, and has a truly ridiculous number of daggers strapped to her person.

"So, I hear you're a person of negotiable affection?" She asks.

"What?"

She sighs. "A whore, a prostitute, a ho; you sell yourself for money." She's now talking as if you're stupid, which is a bit rude.

"Oh, um, yes, yes I am."

"Great, come with me." She leads you away from the bar, confident you'll follow. It's not hard, your strides are much longer than hers. Indeed, it's hard not to run her over as you proceed.

She leads you to a room on the second floor, and indicates the bed.

"Pull down your pants, and lie face down." She's asking, not telling.