Enter the brothel

She thinks to herself, 'I have a sword now'. If someone where to try **** her, she could defend herself. She ran into the brothel **** the door swung open with a loud thud. All of the eyes fell on her, they stared at her for several seconds. It felt as if she where naked the way some of the men stared at her. Slowly everyone continued their conversations and went back to what they where doing. Alicia approached the man behind the counter.

"I'd like a room for the night" She said

"twenty gold" The man said in a husky tone, polishing a glass cup and not even looking at her. He was much taller then Alicia, around six feet. His light blue eyes reflected in the glass he was cleaning. His hair was light brown and curly. Alicia thought he must be in his early thirties. He wore a woollen green doublet with a gold trim.

"Please mister, mister?" Alicia asked in a tone that asked for his name. The man sighed and finally looked at her,

"Thom." He said bluntly

"Mister Thom, I haven't any money. My village was attacked, I've been running all night. Surly you have an empty room you could lend me."

"I don't care who you are or what happened to you, if you don't have twenty gold, get out of here." He said unimpressed.

"well do you know somewhere I may find your money?" She asked. He looked around the brothel,

"far too many men, not enough whores. you could make your gold in no time"