After that dismally tedious warehouse job, you need a change of scenery. You’ve decided to loaf around in Whiterun for a while. Lightening your purse by 100 septims, you’ve persuaded a comely elven tavern wench to give you a good servicing.

Having found a nice secluded rooftop with a good view of the city, & a conveniently placed chair, you sit down & let the elf wench earn her 100 septims.

Your housecarl Eluriana is safely distracted, you've sent her off to the market for provisions. You're glad as ever of her company, but a stout nord needs some variety from time to time…