Had this girl been living under a rock?
From the way she was acting, and her questions, however, Eliana guessed this girl was from the better part of town. How she had found her way here was a mystery -- or, even, why she had wanted to come in the first place...
Turning around fully to face the other woman -- and to size her up -- she said at length, "Do you know what a whore is, my dear?" Assuming so, she said, "A pimp is a man who protects a whore. For a price. Some are worse than others. Mine's not so bad, but he gets angry if I've wasted an entire hour without even a coin to show for it."
And what an hour it had been!
"And it's no lie." It was, in fact, a lie. She pointed out a tall, lithe half-elf leaning beside the door. "See that man there? He works for the Jackal." Said half-elf really did work for the Jackal, although the man was no pimp. Nevertheless, he would be rather disappointed she had only come away with the coin... Still, it was better than nothing.
The man cocked his head to the side, back in the direction of the merchant at the table. His hand went to his hip, where she knew he had knives concealed. It was a warning. Eliana half-turned, frowned, and, impulsively, grabbed Elaina's wrist. "Unless you want to want to be hanged, you'd better come with me."
