Try to negotiate.

"Surely that's overpriced. I'd pay only a fraction of that to get a real tattoo!" You insist, yet her gaze remains firm.

"And what makes you think that's merely a tattoo? You silly boy who's gone rummaging through a witches glass!"

You sigh in exasperation as realization dawns on you. "Y-You're conning me! What are you trying to say, that this is some magical tattoo? That it gives me some secret power or something."

She nods her head resolutely. "That's exactly what I say silly boy, and from the looks of it, the one you've taken is a very powerful enchantment indeed!"

"I don't believe you." You retort sharply. "And if you don't offer a more reasonable deal, we can settle this with the authorities. Surely they can grasp the concept of an accident without taking advantage of me."

She begins to chortle, and slowly but surely erupts into a full bellied laugh. While her giggle may have been rougher, this is full and melodic, and you can't help but appreciate the sound. "Oh my, my, my such spirit! You will be quite fun when the centurions indenture you in my service."

Her words give you pause, but you're still calling her bluff. "Fine... if that's how it must be."

"I offer you an alternative!" She quips. "before you ruin your life." She strolls over from behind the counter, revealing her long legs and alluring hips accented by a bustle. While she seemed merely healthy before, she now stands before you with a certain air of alluring maturity.

You place your hands on your hips causing her to laugh once again. "I won't **** you to be my **** as they will, but merely ask you to be my employee. Then, I garnish your wages until I consider the debt paid!" She declares with a smile. She notes your skepticism before continuing. "If you still doubt the value of the enchantment, I challenge you to wear any item you wish in this shop, and discover what the enchantment can really do!"

A knot builds in your throat as she issues the challenge. Maybe she's not bluffing after all?

She continues, as her fingers begin to dance over your new tattoo. "I assure you, portal walker, centurions are very unforgiving of thieves." Your eyes suddenly meet hers and a wave of intensity washes over you. Her eyes, they seem so normal, yet so deep. Her words are so light, but carry so much weight. A heaviness presses down on your heart and mind. A decision must be made!