[Bridget shrugged slightly and crossed her legs without flashing the room. There wasn't any reason to keep up the fanservice now that she had what she wanted. At least from this place. Next on her list was buying some weapons and getting something to eat that might have been made less than a week ago. At the moment she only had a dagger lifted from a pair of would-be-rapists.]

It hardly matters what you intend, the men here have alcohol in the system and a reason to be suspicious. They think I'm either a bored show-wife looking for a real man or a woman with a price on my bed. But they don't know anything you'd find useful.