A third of the world is covered by the howling maelstrom that was born a century ago. It is not ordinarily a place you'd find people surviving, but sometimes things appear in it. Strange things - otherworldly things - brought into the mist of a howling storm of cloudy dust and wind that blows in whichever direction it wants.
An animal is one thing and a load of laundry is many. How much could she get for cleaning off somebody's cow or whatever?
She can pet a donkey in more time than it takes her to go through a laundry basket. How much.
Cool. She'll set up when she is weary of looking at twenty-five hundred-year-old canned food. Get your donkeys etcetera magically cleaned here.
Understandable. It's fine if her first attempt at this yields a slow day, nobody's heard of her yet.
"My name is Pelape." She leaves out the jobname. She doesn't want a purple jobname, at least not in a society that doesn't even seem to use them. "I'm new, I've been staying at Elysium."
"Oh, that sounds useful - though uh. Probably you would get more customers if you didn't specify that's how you were doing the cleaning."
"For an animal I have to run my hands over most of its fur to be thorough but it doesn't take longer than that."
"I can find you a secluded area that's normally used for storage nearby and you could rent it for less than you're charging for one animal a day, if that works?"
"It could be temporary if you'd prefer - I just don't expect many people to take you up on it if you advertise that you're using an ability to do it."
"I have no wish to defraud people. The Elysium folks can probably give me part of my pay in cash if I ask, anyway."
"Oh yeah, they probably would. I don't think it would be defrauding people - it's just socially frowned on enough that you won't get takers in a busy market."