She turned her wallet upside down, grimacing as not a single coin, even a copper one, came out.
"I'm out of... silver?" the witch gasped in confusion. She had walked to town to buy ingredients for her potions, but now she stood in the marketplace, bustling with merchants and customers alike, empty-handed. No money, no potions. No potions, and possibly an early eviction from her tiny home. Her hands shook at the thought of returning empty-handed, so she began to brainstorm. She looked around for some source of inspiration that would save her from failure and embarrassment.
Then she noticed a sign, dangling above one shop's door. It advertised, "Hire our strong young men!" A smile crossed her face. <That's it!> she internally announced. <I can get what I need... if I exploit their lusts!>
It was now midday, and the witch had gathered what she needed: she held a rudimentary sign, which, in large red letters on white paper said, "Kiss a cute, young witch for only ten silver coins!" She stared at it for a moment, her heart fluttering nervously, before turning the sign around to face forward towards her potential customers. She joined the marketplace as a vendor herself, swallowing her nervousness to show a confident, knowing look in her eyes. She'd make bank today, without a doubt. She sat on a small wooden box holding the sign, waving it gently back and forth. She hoped she could entice a customer quickly, so this wasn't an all-day activity. It was a bit embarrassing, but that's what making ends meet meant.
A long shadow fell across her, and she looked up to see a large, fat man looking down at her. He smirked cruelly and scratched his cheek while taking off his dirty old gloves. "Ah, luscious little thing you are." he sighed. "Kisses?"
She quickly stood up from her box-chair to be even a pinch bigger in comparison to the massive man. "Ten silvers per kiss," the witch replied in a cold, emotionless voice. "Ah, but you don't have that, probably, do you? So... you can't take me up on my offer, dear sir." She spoke in such a way, in a tone poorly hiding her clear disgust at having to deal with someone like him, yet she maintained enough composure not to visibly tremble at his lecherous gaze.
The fat man stood for a moment, gears turning in his head, before he finally snorted, stepping away. She let out a long sigh of relief. <What a pig...> she thought, feeling lucky to be rid of him so soon, and definitely lucky to have not needed to touch the walking garbage bag. It was a short lived relief, as she only had a few minutes passed before he reappeared.
This time, the witch crossed her arms over her chest in annoyance, letting her sign drop to the ground with a bit of a clatter. "Listen, fatty. You still don't have 10 silver, or even one silver, probably because you spend your time mooching food instead of finding employment, right? So giv—"
The man revealed a giant sack filled with countless coins, more than the witch had ever seen before. She blinked, stunned into silence by its sheer size. She peered closer to examine the metals of the bag. They were indeed real gold and silver coins inside, and even mixed in along the coins were the occasional rubies, emeralds, sapphires, opals, and other precious gems. There was so much wealth piled inside the sack that the witch felt dizzy. She finally managed to speak again, trembling with excitement and nervousness.
"W... wow. This is a lot of money..." she stammered, barely able to believe her eyes. "I... I don't understand..."
The fat man chuckled deeply at the witch's shock, making his whole body shake with mirth. Then he knelt beside the woman, moving his monstrous belly aside so they were eye to eye, smiling knowingly as he continued chuckling. "I paid a fair price for you, you know." His tone dripped with unmistakable vulgarity. "I want a good kiss. A long, juicy, wet kiss..." he moaned loudly, closing his eyes as he imagined it. He breathed heavily through his nostrils, running his fat fingers over the smooth skin of her arm. The smell of stale beer emanated from him, causing the witch to wrinkle her small little nose.