Yes, and she even sweetens the deal

"It better be SPOTLESS when I get it back," Jorella insists as she helps the serving wench strip the merchant of her own wealth even faster.

The blonde pulls Jorella's shirt off as the merchant shimmies out of her own skirt, revealing a lovely white silk slip that shimmers in the evening candle light.

The few other patrons, all locals, look over and chuckle as another rich bitch gets her just desserts.

The blonde is smiling as she gathers the merchant's discarded clothes and is ready to leave when Jorella calls out.

"Hey!"

The blonde freezes for a moment, terrified that she's going to get caught.

"Clean my boots too!" Says the drunk merchant as she slips them off her feet and hands another fortune to the poor servant. The blonde smiles and runs off, eager to get her cut of the booty.

Jorella teeters on her sock-clad feet, as Jacques steadies her. "We should get you to your room," he says.

"Is that an invitation?" Jorella asks, staring up into the now much taller man's face. It could almost be sexy if she didn't ruin the moment with a loud belch.

Jacques grimaces and then smiles. "Uh... sure."

Jorella giggles as she drags the man along up the stairs to her rented room.