No! Send Sheak on his way.

You're no fool. You know Sheak's offer of more money is just an attempt to entice you. Once he has you in his grasp - or inside his slime body - he's probably going to eat you alive.

"No," you say firmly. "And if you do not leave immediately I will summon the guards."

"I'm not afraid of guards." Sheak edges closer.

"The ones around here are used to dealing with problem customers like you. I bet your gooey body isn't immune to ice magic."

Sheak departs by flattening himself on the floor and oozing under the doorway. For a moment you consider pulling the guard string anyway, but you realize Sheak would probably manage to kill a guard or two before the magic users could bring him down. He left when you demanded and he never subjected you to mind control. Not exactly. He's dangerous, but he spared your life.

And he paid.

You sigh and sit on the bed. Magic quickly cleans the mess up from the carpets and walls and makes the bed, but you're still coated in goop and starting to feel sticky. You could quickly clean up in your room and await your next customer, go to the fountains for a full-service cleaning, or take a break and visit with some of the other whores. Or you could just look through your toybox for something to amuse yourself with.