Amelia Stays

Amelia put her head in her hands. This bar was everything to her after the life she’d been given back in Octoton. There had to be a way. There had to be some way she could make the money. She had to make it work, and if it didn’t she had to at least try.

Besides, if Santiago had found her here, he’d find her anywhere in Hellsmere.

But how? How was she going to get the money? She’d have to do something different at the bar. The best week she’d ever had, that had only scored her six hundred and fifty Marks. That wasn’t near enough, and that was in the height of summer, in tournament season. The town of Novilla was dead this time of year.

She counted the takings from tonight; it'd been fairly busy, and all she'd managed was seventy-five marks.

Perhaps she could bring in naked dancers. She’d need a license, or she’d have to try and do it without getting caught. She gulped, thinking about doing it herself. Maybe she could get Lexy involved.

She thought about what had happened tonight. Could she really stoop low enough to do that again? She’d sold her body for an extension tonight, maybe that’s what it would take to pay her loan off.

She locked the door to the bar and headed off for bed, head full of worries and ideas of how she could save herself and her bar.