Luron takes matters into his own hands...

Request (Diplomacy) vs. DC 18. 1d20+5=15. Failure!

"Nah," Luron growls, growing increasingly, visibly agitated. "Nah. Yer up to somethin'. It's your devilish ways - always croppin' up. Ungrateful - after all I've done for yeh!"

"I'm not ungrateful, Luron, I just need time - "

"The whole thing don't work without you, you daft bint!" Luron explodes. "It's yer sexy devil act people're gonna come to see - the other girls are just fer them to get off in! I need you here, an' you agreed to work fer me. I'll have you in there, one way or 'tother."

"Luron, no, I - ah!" Gilia tries to pull back, but the half-orc's hand snakes out and seizes her wrist, lightning fast. He stands, dragging her up with him, and they struggle over the table.

"I think it's time you remembered yer place, little devil," Luron growls. Gilia's eyes widen, and she desperately attempts to jerk herself free from his grip.