Quilla went forward towards the shop keeper's store as she was told by Frankie that she had to rough someone up. Her beauty made it look like she will never do such a thing, yet she will for the payment. Her jeweled topaz eyes looked at the store ahead of her as it matched the description. She went inside and started to browser around like some innocent young woman who wore beautiful clothes and meant innocence. She wanted to take care of the people, but if someone was not paying something they should have, did that not count as being bad? She wandered through the lanes and grabbed the bottle of water from the fridge-like compartment. She opened it up and started to drink it as she walked towards the counter where the shop keeper stood there silently, watching Quilla.
She closed the bottle, put it down on the counter and flipped her hair while staring at the man. "C-can I help you?", the old man spoke unevenly. She smiled cutely and put her hand against her chin, "I do actually need your help," she spoke in her slow words. Her eyes glared now as she lowered her hand, "Cough up the money or your store will become worse than it is," she wanted to say more than that, but she couldn't figure out what the words were in Fiorian. Her translation was still off, but at least she got all the common words down. After some roughing up, they agreed to give her the money, "J-just take it and leave," he cowered as she took it and gave it to Frankie who was waiting for her. She was given her share which made her satisfied enough to leave.
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