[ Tits and ass are all very well and there are a lot of them lining the corridors where other hookers lounge, not even faking disinterest anymore, but there's something to be said for her kind smile and bright eyes that keeps his attention on her along the way, taking in the subtle shadows of her chemise (guiltily, but even so he's just a man and she's gorgeously underdressed) and the bounce of her pretty hair. When they get to the room he stands surprised inside, Bag of Holding still over a shoulder as he takes in the sight of someone's bedroom. Personal affects litter surfaces and it doesn't look at all like the bare-bones room he was expecting, making Fjord squirm internally at the idea of taking her home from her ... but she's an adult, and she knows he has paid handsomely. It's fine. No need to say, ]

I can sleep on the floor with some of the cushions, I don't want to take your bed away from you.

[ He's too damn polite for his own good and knows it. Fucking idiot. Paying for a soft bed and opting for the floor! And yet, it's a lady's bed before him, no matter that she's probably banged a whole bunch of people in it this week. It looks cosy and ... somewhat homely, for a brothel.

He huffs a weak smile, nodding to the window battered by the elements. ]

Being out of the rain is all that really matters.