Brit Danuki

>"Right guv, that sack o' onions are yours for 1 and a half quid. So I'll take yer two Sovereigns and give ya 10 shillings in change.", said the Danuki to the frazzled man. They'd been at this for a while now, she was beginning to enjoy herself.

>"Can't I just get half a quid back?", asked the man in frustration. She suppressed a shiver of pleasure at his naivete, unable to keep her ears from twitching. She liked the flirty types. Deciding to press her case, she continued speaking.

>"Look mate, ya want me to slice a coin in half or something? The Queen'll have me head over a sack o' onions. How's that, eh?", her voice growing sharper. He muttered an apology, eyes downcast in remorse. She gnawed her lip a bit in an attempt the ignore the warm wetness of arousal beginning to soak into her panties.

>She could feel her lower lips swelling as he kept on with his inane apology. A hungry burst of arousal swam through her as he actually mentioned not wanting to insult the Queen. She managed to turn the moan that slipped from her throat into something close to a growl of frustration. It was getting hard to keep the desire from showing in her voice.

>She managed to speak with a level voice somehow. "Look, I'm trying to help ya mate. I'll give ya 480 farthings back if ya want to walk around with a pocket full o coin. You can jingle off with your onions, ain't no stripes off my tail y'know. Izzat what cha want?", she asked, looking him in the eyes.

>His confusion and despair were clear. His head wobbled back and forth, he was now too baffled to understand that walking around with several handfuls of near worthless coin was a bad idea. Dealing with the labyrinthine monetary system for everything must have worn him down.

>After that point, it was easy to barter him down to accepting 3 groats, 5 sixpence and half a potato as change. She finished up with the kicker the local humans had yet to fall for. "So ya staying at the inn down the road?", she asked despite already knowing he was. At his numb expression and Zombie-like nod, she spoke, "Well they'll take good care of ya, then. Taxes on yer room'll be easy as buying a bite ta eat."

>He gave a kind of deep shuddering near-sobbing sigh of angst at her words, there was the faintest of whines in the sound. So faint that human ears couldn't detect it, he'd probably flinch at the thought of counting their money at this point. Combined with the bleak look in his eyes, it was enough to push her over the edge. After a moment of twitching on the counter of her stand, she clumsily drew herself up. Even the look of concern on his face was washed out and confused.

>The sweaty Danuki cut him off before he could start thinking clearly enough to ask questions. "Whoops slipped on something, pay it no mind. I'll tell ya what, you wants me to swing down to the inn with ya? Maybe have a go at yer taxes, guv? Hardly cost ya nothing."

>The orgasm she had at the hopeless shrug of agreement he gave was even stronger than her first, given her post-orgasmic sensitivity. The taxes was, of course, fucking tops.