Talk to her

"You look like a man with coin to spend and a specific craving to satisfy," she says, her voice raspy from years of cheap wine and shouting over crowds. She leans against the counter, gesturing toward a raised platform near the hearth where several women sit.

She begins to describe them one by one, her tone businesslike yet friendly

"Look there," she says, pointing to the first. "Brunhild. She is strong, fresh from the countryside, and knows how to treat a man who likes a vigorous companion."

She shifts her finger to the second woman, who wears a gown of faded green. "Then we have Gisela. Quiet, submissive, and excellent with her hands. She speaks very little, which many of our guests prefer."

The mistress nods toward a third woman with dark hair who is busy braiding a ribbon. "That one is Martha. A quick wit and a quicker tongue. She can sing for you before she takes you to bed."

Finally, she indicates the fourth, a younger girl resting her head against a pillar. "And little Ida. Young, soft, and still new to the city. A rare find for someone with a delicate palate."

The mistress turns back to you, a grin on her lips. "So, my noble friend, which of my girls will it be for the night?"