There were those who sold themselves in slavery, gently born and sure of a place within some manse or palace... but Sindra had not struck him as such. But perhaps her Serpent's weight was heavier than that of a chain.
"Then I shall have to pray the gods leave you hear with us a little longer. It is refreshing to have a gift of truth on occasion." He left the gold on the table. "If you change your mind tomorrow in the light I will understand. The gold will still be yours, either way. Order more gowns- if you stay then you will be in need of them. And jewels besides." He stood close to her. "What would you prefer? Rubies would suit you, I think. And amethysts... from Asshai, perhaps." He smiled.