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Hopkins dropped a whole bunch of coins on the counter. Sherry smiled slyly, a twinkle in her eye; it's hard to tell if she's more excited about the coin or about the prospect of having "special time". Either way, she swiftly curled her arm around the pile of coins and scooped them off her side of the counter, dropping them all into a bowl she made from her own dress. She walked over to a chest and dropped them all inside; from a peek Hopkins managed to catch, she had amassed quite a hoard of gold and shiny objects. She turned suddenly as she closed the hatch on the chest.

"Lets go into next room, yes?"

She grabbed Hopkins's hand and led him into the next room through a doorway of colourful hanging beads on strings. It was her personal bedchamber, probably the fanciest bedroom in the whole village, which, in human standards, is still quite primitive and goblinesque; it was unclear if the room was cramped from its size or from the amount of clutter and knick knacks that were in it. Curios and oddities shared space with fancy bound books on the shelves, clearly never read but collected just for their looks. The central feature of the room was her bed, which was fairly large for a goblin, and it was covered in red linen bedsheets, and surrounded by hanging veils. She sat on the edge of the bed and began to untie her belt and take off her clothes. She smiled shyly, but it was clear that she enjoyed Hopkins looking at her as she did so. She stood up as she crumpled her dress on the floor and then fell back onto the bed into a pose that she thought was bold and took charge.

"You like?" she asked bluntly, blushing fiercely.