A warlock

As you sit at the bar, a new figure sidles up to you. Her skin is pale red, almost but not quite pink, and horns sprout from her head. Her hair is white, and hangs loose down her back, and her eyes gleam gold.

"Hello there stranger, I hear you have something for humble adventurers like me." She says.

"I do indeed, my lady." You reply, and she fixes you with a wicked grin.

"My lady, I like that. My name is Olana, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." She offers her hand, and you shake. Her fingers are quite warm to the touch, more so than you're used to. She's clearly not human, but somehow that just excites you more.

"I'm very glad to meet you Olana," you say.

"Indeed, but to get properly acquainted, I think you need to come back to my room." She stands, and beckons you to follow. The barmaid winks at you as Olana leads you upstairs, and through a door into one of the private rooms. It looks rather like the room you first woke up in.

"So, how does this work? How much do you want, and what do I get for it?" She asks, facing you with one hand on her hip. She cocks her head to the side, awaiting a response.