She unfolds herself from the table, beckoning him to follow after she throws down a handful of silver coins he doesn’t recognize. He follows her to the back of the bar, in the shadows of which she removes the glamour from a stairwell. As they ascend them, she feels his gaze on her, the way it traces the lines of her curves, whether or not he wants to, and she smiles to herself. Oh yes, he would do just fine.