She heard the sigh but she didn't know the reason for it. It didn't sound precisely like disappointment, which came as a relief--she hadn't yet been propositioned since coming to this new city, and it hadn't happened often in Braavos, but that didn't mean it couldn't happen. Westeros was proof enough of that.

After Westeros she could believe just about anything, no matter how sick or depraved.

"They all have good stories," she said, keeping her tone light and unconcerned. "Wing has the best dirty jokes. Shulin is teaching me a new song after his next customer."

She pulled the mug closer, sniffing at the contents. It smelled like something she'd had once before, here in the brothel. Still, did she dare try it with no one here to spot her if it happened to be drugged?