It's a mercenary's job

Kitiara's eyes flared red as she stormed out of the bar. As she walked by men looked greedily at her slender curvy body. She walked like a cat, silently and swiftly; gracefully. She went everywhere, looking for a job as a mercenary. Each time she was pointed and laughed at because she was just a woman. Until, she drew her sword swiftly and deftly disarming the men who jeered at her a moment before. They looked at her in surprise and licked their lips. But their words had struck home. Her eyes burned red in the firelight and turned down their offer with a curt reply. "What a bunch of idiots. They do not know a mercenary before I have to attack them. Then they try to choke back their dumb words but I have already left," she thought. Then from out of nowhere a man cloaked in the black robes of evil came up to her and inquired, "Are you up to have a job?" "What kind of job?" she asked. "It's a mercenary's job." He quickly replied as if in a hurry. "Count me in.," she said back.