Pooky's Your Pawn

"Damn it, slave girl, silence! You deserve no ornament.", and with jist that Silvia plucked the platinum belly bar and slammed it on the counter, "And don't con me, she wagged her finger at the broker/barker, I know how much platinum goes for! I want this in its weight broken into silver coins!"

"Wow, you really know what you're doing.", the barker stroked her ego. The 100 gold coins it was handing over in a heavy sack were worth the 10 platinum coins the belly bar could be melted into, but this Drow craftsmanship on it made it worth 10 TIMES that price.

But Silvia and Pooky didn't understand this deception, and seeing this turn of event made Pooky feel both subservient and protected by her new mistress.

As they started to rush off, Silvia clutching the bag, Pooky was jerked back by the hand as Silvia stopped dead in her tracks, "Which way to the-"

"Clothing boutiques are all down the East end. Next customer."

Silvia gritted her teeth, grabbed Pooky tight, and ran through the flap.