Ask the barkeep about any leads.

"I need to make a connection with someone well placed up top." Monika reasons to herself. "So where to look . . . Men need to fuck and if Irylian woman are as proper and frigid as the rumors, then the men must come down to the Undercity to get some tail."

Looking over at the barkeep, a middle aged, nondescript, bald man, with a bit of fat and decent muscles to him, Monika adjusts her top and hopes he is as easily played as the beer covered official.

After taking a last hit of her ale, the busty bounty hunter saunters over to the bar and slides a silver piece across to the bartender, who unlike the official, unashamedly glares at her ample chest.

"I'm new in town." The adventuress puts on her best friendly smile. "And am looking for work." Leaning over the bar she presents her cleavage as an additional tip. "Got any suggestions where a girl like me could make some good coin?"

"For someone built like you?" The barkeep waits to see if there is any offense at his line, when there is none he continues. "The Red Light District is definitely your best choice. That is if you know how to dance and have other aerobic skills."

"I'm listening." Monika answers, keeping up the game.

"Well then, the best paying club is the 'Ravaging Wolf,' where the guild masters and petty nobles go to be entertained by the prettiest girls in town."

"Thanks." Monika drops the smile and starts to heads out.

"I doubt you'll get a job, however." The bartender continues, adding a knowing sarcasm to his voice as Monika turns her back to him.