The bar was loud. Her tab was louder. Mona, ever the astrologist, read their palms… and then read the room. The tension? Electric. The solution? Unthinkable... unless she played it right.
“I don't have your Mora today," she said apprehensively, seeing the men surrounding her. "You want to take it out in trade? By whatever do you mean?" Hands grabbed at her and she knew some fake tears would go a long way to paying her debts, and before long the tears were replaced with ones of ecstasy as she enjoyed every minute of it.
Taking their Mora in trade wasn't her ideal solution, but let’s just say, she was the most popular thing on the menu that night.
XOXO, Ashleigh
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