The Barter.

"I am Amy, the maid to this apartment."

"Is there anything I can do? Do you want this robe?"

"Then you would have nothing but dirty clothes to wear."

"At least you have already seen me naked."

"You have a pretty good view yourself," she replies laughing.

Fred goes into the other room and sits down on a couch. Amy follows and stretches out on the carpeted floor. She rolls over.

"Why do you look at me like that?" she asks.

"I don't mean to. I just wish you were with me in other ways."

"And what would I get out of it?"

"I don't have much."

"Maybe you could give me a part of your armor--like your sword."

"Not ever, though I do have a knife you might like."

"A knife, for my body? Never!"

"It is not like your knives. No one will have a knife like it, as it is from Caemlyn, and the finest there."

"Well...I don't know."

Fred tries to sit still as he eagerly awaits her decision.

1. Amy accepts the knife.
2. She decides to take a walk in the sunshine of the shared garden instead.
3. Amy shows him her apartment.

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