Flycatcher Downs You can tell

Calfuray. She responds, though it did not matter to her what she was called so long as she was fed. You'll let me eat? She raises an eyebrow as the question is posed. She is hungry. She will continue to feed this woman's ego so long as her belly is filled, and then she will move on.

Maybe it was a bit shameful, but who was here to judge her? Nobody with an opinion she cared for. She could whore herself out for a meal if she so pleased.

But damn, she regretted not asking Rala for a meal.