...and her sleep is rudely interrupted.

Test Expected Scene (CF 6): 1d10=4. An interrupt scene! Random Event Focus: 1d100=09 - "ambiguous event." Random Event Meaning (Descriptors): 2d100=41+56 - Generously Lively. Hmmmm.

Gilia wakes the next morning to an unexpected pounding on her door. Blearily, she sits up on her small pallet and staggers over to the door. When she pulls it open, her eyes widen. "L-Luron?"

"G'morning, Gilia!" the half-orc pushes his way into her barren chamber. "Creator's cock, your place is a shithole. But I ain't judgin' you for it!"

"What do you want, Luron?" Gilia asks, folding her arms. The half-orc grins at her and pulls one of the rickety wooden chairs away from her small table, sitting in it heavily.

"I got a business proposition for yeh, girl. One I think you'll like - go well with that infernal temperament of yours."

"That's not a thing," Gilia snaps.

"Sure, sure. Look, just sit down, would yeh?" Gilia sighs and reluctantly sits down across the table from him. "Good girl. Now, listen: it's about that little show you did last night."

Gilia sighs. "What about it?"

"It was bleedin' great, that's what about it. You shakin' yer ass like that, and makin' Mira cum on yer hand? Fuck! I'm hard again jus' thinkin' about it, and I drained my balls pretty good after you left last night." Luron grins at her. "You should probably watch out fer Mira, by the way - think she was pretty steamed about it. Anyhow - it got me to thinkin'. I think we oughta do more o' those shows, and I want to put you in charge of 'em."

"Me?" Gilia asks, strangely flattered. Luron nods eagerly.

"Aye, you! You showed good initiative last night, an' you know what the men-folk round here like to see. Matter of fact..." He winks and taps the side of his nose slyly. "I'm thinkin' about shiftin' the whole business model of the Cock. Focusin' a little less on the food an' drink end o' things an' a bit more on the girls, if ya know what I mean." Gilia swallows, and he scoffs. "C'mon, I know you girls're turnin' tricks on the sly that I don't know about. This'd just formalize it, is all. And...it'd put you in charge. Of the girls, anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"Every respectable place o' business for the flesh trade has a whore who works as the face o' things," Luron says impatiently. "Men don't wanna big lunk like me takin' their orders...you'd be in charge o' the girls an' managin' clients, and I'd be around to run the business end an' deal with any unruliness. You'd be my manager, like."

Gilia bites her lip. One part of her finds the idea repugnant, but the other...well, she needs money. "The three of us wouldn't be enough. You need people to serve drinks and so on, still..."

"Aye," Luron says with a nod. "Which is why I want you to find us some more girls, eh?"

"Me?!" Gilia exclaims. "Why me??"

"Because you'll be in charge of 'em," Luron explains impatiently. "They gotta respect you, trust you, fear you a little. Better if you do that, an' they just see me as the manager."

Gilia nods slowly. I could be...a pimp? Procuress? She shudders. But, the money...this adventuring thing's no sure bet. "Where...would I even begin to find these girls?"

Luron shrugs. "I dunno. Poor farmers' daughters? Travelers down on their luck? **** traders? That'd be cheap, long-term. I don't really care, just get 'em in the door an' make sure they know the ropes. We'll want all sorts...physically, an' in terms of what they can do."

Gilia bites her lip. "Suppose I did this. What would my pay be?"

"You'd get a cut o' the day's take. 10% of the gross."

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm doing most of the work. 20%."

"And I'm bearing most of the expenses. 12%."

"18."

"15, if you're gonna be that way about it."

"Done." The word slips out of Gilia's lips surprisingly easily. I guess this is what I'll be doing, now... "But before we get started...I need a few days off from the Cock."

"What's that, now?" Luron asks, frowning.

"I'll need time to find the girls and time to think through a training program," Gilia explains. And I'm planning to skip town with a bunch of adventurers-for-hire...at least for a few days. "I'll need some time and space to get everything arranged." Luron still frowns, looking unhappy with the suggestion. "Look, you need to trust me if we're going to do this together. And it's coming up on the slow part of the week anyway - Mira and Helga should be able to handle any customers. Mira will get to dance more, she ought to like that. Let me go."