Nothing. She can leave. Except...

The trap came down and Zox moved to put all of the rope away. While the big bundle of rope blocked her chest, Gregg had a moment of spiteful thought. And he moved to pick up her stretched out shirt.

The rope was squared away so Zox covered her chest with her hands and eyes the shirt that Gregg was holding. "Can I have my shirt back? I'm broke, but I can fix it when I get back to the Inn." She smiled, exposing a single breast to reach out a hand to accept the shirt.

Gregg smiled at the breast, but didn't move. "You're not getting this back. My job is unfinished in the back and this was a huge waste of my day. Since you have no gold to pay me to make up for it, I'll simply keep this."

Zox looked stunned. "What?! That's a cheap shirt. Probably not even worth a copper. And not a single customer ever came in, not like you missed out on making any money today." She huffed, covering her chest as she spoke.

"Not worth money. But it's worth it to see a petty criminal get what she deserves." He smirked, seeming quite arrogant. "So you can leave like that. Unless you have something to offer me."