Continue drinking

Not feeling in the mood to make any decisions and being pretty down to her lack of funds, Ciri threw her last crowns at the bar and order more drinks.

As she emptied her fifth shot of vodka a dwarf approached her.

"Hello lassie, how you bein? I couldn't have take notice of your lovely company and would be so kind to avail yourself of me and my comrades company? For an adequate compensation, of course"

Ciri just stare at him through the **** buzz she was on, trying to figure out what he meant and then its hit her, 'he thinks I'm a whore looking for clients', the lecherous looks he and his six gave her seem to put it beyond any doubt.

She was about to tell him to fuck off and leave her alone, but then he dropped him a bombshell.

"We be well compensate for your works lassie, me and the lads had 250 crowns between us set for this occasion when after we returned from the front"

Ciri stop and took another look at the seven strong dwarven company, they certainly looked rugged, and she imagines them to be extra horny after weeks without seeing a single woman, never mind without getting pussy or a blowjob - they probably keep fucking her all night long. And while it wouldn't be the first time she used her womanly charms she never fucked seven men (or dwarves) at ones.

On the other hand, 250 crowns is a lot of money, more she ever made from a single contract, she needed the money badly, and it was clear she would have a hard time any Witcher work any time soon.