Indeed, I still have mine. I've never let a man touch me. How on earth could I offer myself as a bride without bringing my important bartering chip? [ She cackles-- and she's going to ignore the cow tit comment, as it's a little inopportune to interject between her monologue. ] Not once in a thousand years. No man has ever been worth my time. I thought, perhaps, that if I were to compete with you, we could hold a little wager.

[ She draws her pipe out of thin air and takes a drag from it. ] We'll play a game of words. If you win... I will let you verify my worth as a bride with your own two hands. If I win, we will play again, the next time on your terms, with your game. After all, shouldn't I prove my cleverness if I'm to keep up with you?

And as they say, something out of reach is more fascinating to chase and claim.

[ She really was doing it-- she really was bartering her chastity just to keep up in a game with him. What else could she offer? If she were a man, she'd find it enticing on her end. Being able to win over someone she wasn't able to force to her own whims on their terms, forcing them to bow their head low as they overturned a precious treasure. After all, of all the things in his treasure vault, that was one thing he didn't have and probably wouldn't mind dominating her with. Greed for a treasure unowned could only grow the more one didn't have it. ]