The salesman's face turned red with indignation, and he spluttered, "5 gold coins? You must be joking! I can sell this dress to someone else for ten times that price!"
"That's alright," Evelyn said, "I don't like the dress anymore." Seeing the horror on the salesman's face, she added. "Moreover, the dress is only fitting for ceremonies. I'm not attending any. I just want a simple dress for the day."
The salesman's face turned from red to purple with rage, and he looked like he was about to explode. "Fine!" he snapped, slamming his hand on the counter. "Take the dress for 25 gold coins! But you're stealing it from me, I swear!"
"5 gold coins."
"20."
"4 gold coins."
The salesman frowned, "18."
"3 gold coins."
He gasped, "Are you intending to steal from me?!" he clenched his fist. "Fine! Take it for 5 coins!"