Dead Soul

A week past and Amie made her way down to the docks to the Barber's shop. She asked him how much he would pay for her hair this time.

Barber took a quick look, "Maybe 10 den."

Amie was worried he'd say such a low number, "And the other work? How much would that make?"

He mulled over the math out loud, "You still have all your teeth, but your hair's pretty short. You're not too old though, and you don't look diseased. That's 6 den before dues. I'd say 3 den per client would be your share."

Amie was disappointed at such a low number, "There's no way for more?"

Barber nodded, "You grow your hair past your shoulders, you can get 4 den per client. You have to keep it groomed though, or you'll be getting 2 den. If you want more than that, you'd have to get brothel work. Nobody will pay more down here at the docks. The price I'm giving you is already higher than most of the ladies down here."