Saya could literally feel eyes roaming her body. That was one of the bad things about being a Dancer, the outfits attracted a lot of attention. It also attracted a lot of weirdos and perverts. She had lost count of the number of times people had come up to her hoping to get a...private dance, through flattery and mainly trying to get her drunk. It always turned out badly, for them. It even seemed to follow her here, as some unfamiliar figure walked up to her and started to try and strike up a conversation. He used the famous Dancer trick, one of the oldest ones in the book.

Saya plastered a convincing fake smile on her face. She was famous in Sihala, but outside of it she was pretty much unknown. "That's right!" She said in a cheery voice. "I performed just two nights ago at a nearby village, perhaps you saw me there?" A lie of course, and when this Issac guy tried to play off of it, to get closer to her, she would shut him down so fast his head would spin. She hated guys like him, they were definitely the worst part about dancing. She put her hands on her hips and popped one out to the side as she waited for his answer. She couldn't remember seeing this guy before, where had he come from anyway?

Then again, she hadn't been paying attention to every soldier in this place, maybe he had just been hiding or something. Anyway, Saya was definitely suspicious of this Issac guy. Whoever he was. A third voice joined the argument above. Had they finally decided to get a third opinion? Saya wondered who the brave soul was who had gotten between the two woman. She also wondered what they had decided on. Well hopefully they would be told soon. After all, it was their lives that were going to be at risk whatever the two woman decided. It was only fair that they be told.