Complain to Ella

This is all rather unfair. Sure you're a whore, but that's still an ancient and noble profession (maybe), and you deserve to get paid for the work that you do. Getting yourself dressed, you go back out to the inn, and look around.

There's no sign of the halfling, of course, but Ella herself is manning the bar, so you go to complain.

"Hey Ella, you'll never guess what just happened." You begin grumbling.

"Oh, let me guess. Myrtha fucked your ass and ran off without paying, didn't she?" Ella replies. Seeing your expression, she just laughs.

"Don't take it personally, she does that to all the whores. It's a right of passage, getting your ass used by her. If you want, I can help you make a few extra gold." She waggles her eyebrows at you, glancing back at the storeroom door.