There’s a problem

“I’m sorry, Chloe. I purchased the painting under your salary,” the innkeeper, Lawrence, said.

“What? No! Lawrence, please. I need that money,” Chloe pleaded.

“Go outside and beg for it, I don’t care. Or I suppose if you want we can make an arrangement... after all you’re my best bard I have.”

Chloe was **** and nodded not keen on begging naked on the streets.

“Perform naked for an entire month, and I’ll give you something so valuable you could buy all of the clothes in town if you sold it,” Lawrence said. “There is a catch. You are to sign this contract. If you fail to perform even one night or you put on any clothes at all while inside this inn, and all of it goes away. You only will get paid at the end of the month.”

“P-perform... naked every day?” Chloe cried. “B-but...”

“It’s that or get kicked out of here and never allowed back inside this inn ever again,” Lawrence said. “So, what will it be Chloe? Perform naked for a month, or go out onto the streets and never be allowed back inside again.”