"Ha! That's how to go about it." Shura had already mooched her share of food and drink off of some overly hopeful men. Survival, she might call it. It wasn't like whoever raised her thought to leave her some coin to help her now-unemployed self out.

But spinning. Spinning's fun, and she'll happily twirl a bit, nudging his hand so she can turn under his arm with the next step.