Catelyn's eyes instantly whipped to the side, her calm voice filling the room.
"Everyone who comes into my room comes for one thing—sexual pleasure. But if you're not here for that, I'm afraid I can't help you."
Aurelia nibbled on her lower lip.
"You could give me that or I can step outside right now and tell the manager, and everyone else in this establishment, that the pack insignia under your left breast is nothing but an old scar."
The words had barely left her mouth when the woman suddenly turned and lunged at her.
Aurelia reacted fast, shoving her away and trying to escape, but Catelyn pinned her down, straddling her as she spat out spitefully, "I've heard of you. The apple of Damien's eyes!"
Aurelia clenched her teeth, summoning enough strength to throw her off.
"Just give me the stupid spices and the secret ingredients!"
Catelyn, however, grabbed and rolled her onto her back, straddling her once again.
