Completed [The Herald's Arms] The Dancer and the Strumpet

[Matthew]

14th of Summer, 513AV.

The songs of softly played harps echoed throughout the first floor, giving the various dancers a seductive beat to move to. Various customers moved awkwardly about, some of them new to the scene in front of them, some of them veterans of the business. A few men would only go to the dancers, happy to sit in front of them for hours on end. Some had a specific man or woman they liked, and would request a private session with them. There were some who even came just for the music of the day, losing themselves in the softly played songs. The scent of perfume was flowing through the air, delicate enough to be enticing without being overpowering. The nearby bar was busy with quite bustle, keeping bellies full while eyes wandered.

Matthew would normally be upstairs, but he had been given a break. The man seemed to have endless stamina, having catered to multiple clients throughout the day. He was a different kind of good-looking than most of the men that were a part of the Herald, and apparently this was good. He was a "beautiful" kind of handsome, with an aura of calm confidence that could almost be felt from him. He was graceful and quite, and somehow had a sense of humor without actually trying.

Or at least, they had thought his resume was a clever joke. He had seemed rather serious and enthusiastic about it though.

His white shirt was open and loose around the shoulders, showing off a thin strip of shining tanned flesh. The definition was obvious, and the way the beads of sweat dripped from it drew more than a few eyes. His hair was a bit damp as well, and his breath came just a bit short, speaking volumes of the work he had done today. They usually had a break. He, however, had gone back-to-back. He didn't seem particularly proud of it, being oddly business-like about the whole thing. These oddities all added up to help the whispers churn. If he was aware of this, he didn't make it obvious. He leaned back in the plush love seat, the definition of his hips peeking up above his simple black britches. A gold belt tattoo held tight to the lines, a rather bold mockery of Yahal. A holy symbol of that same God was dangling from his neck as well.

He was holding a harp he had managed to borrow from one of the musicians who was also taking a break, and he absentmindedly watched the surrounding crowd, keeping an eye out for both potential customers and excellent employees. He plucked at the harp distractedly, wanting to learn, but not having the focus to apply right at the moment. He had other things on his mind.

[Reine Darlyeo]

That day, Reine had been stationed down at the bar rather than the passion floor. They were not much different just that the amount of people was not so suffocating compared to the place upstairs. It was calmer and the people paid a slight more attention to her since most were scouting for entertainments, drinks and companions. Various people were lounging on the couches, most of them holding a drink of some kind. The faint scent of alcohol mingled with the soft perfume in the air – a combination she had long since gotten used to. A few men had asked her for a more private setting but she declined them as politely as she could. Her fellow dancers would have seized the chance for an extra coin, but Reine was a bit pickier. She had let a handful of customers pull her away for a private dance but she never actually things go further. At least, not yet. She was still trying to familiarize herself with how things work here at the Herald's Arms. The girl was certainly a decent dancer. She knew how to move her body accordingly and she was attractive enough to attract attention even without the dance. Her long dark hair was let loose, flowing freely as she cavorted. She glided through the floor, her body swaying with the soft trickle of music. Her gestures were soft, gentle, almost caressing even. Her skirt span out under her as she twirled. Dancing had always been something thoughtless for her, something she did not need to think about. Her limbs knew what it was doing. She bent her body as best as she could, making the movement seemed fluid without actually hurting herself. Her hips swayed teasingly. Seemingly focused in her dance, her eyes occasionally flicked to look at her surroundings, gauging on what she should do next. Reine could tell that a few of her fellow employees were taking their break. A familiar looking girl was casually talking to a man and somewhere she had spotted a man holding his harp seated on a loveseat. She, on the other hand, had not gotten herself any break for bells. One of the dancers had gotten sick and she needed to cover her shift, making sure the entertainment was still going in the bar. She was already covered with a thin layer of sweat, her moves slightly weaker and her breathing was short and hurried. She danced her way to the bar, crossing her legs, winking to a customer or two. The bartender would be in charge and so there she went. The dancer leaned against the bar just as she had done some time ago. After all, hypnotism was about subtlety and she had done her best to pile up the suggestions instead of forcing an idea to one's mind. Reine smiled charmingly and let her djed expand, enveloping the bartender in her sphere of influence. "Give me a short break. Five chimes and I'll be dancing again, alright?" She only felt a little guilty of using the magic to her advantage. She wasn't doing anything particularly devious so she guessed it should be alright. The bartender nodded reluctantly, making the girl grin victoriously. "Thank you."

[Matthew]

The other new employee caught his attention, and held it. His bright blue gaze regarded her quietly, examing her sultry movement and swaying hips. He needed to learn how to dance, and perhaps she could be one to ask. He was sure that he would have to learn to dance in a different way, as a sultry dance for a watching woman was likely much different than the sort of dances men liked to see. Still, she would probably do well in teaching him the basics. She could move her hips in a way that he couldn't, which was a skill that would come in handy for quite a few different jobs. He chewed his lower lip in thought, continuing to watch her move, focusing on the sway now. His movements were graceful, but in bed, they were more forward and dominant than anything. He could of course take a submissive or loving role, but either way, his motions held a bit of straightforwardness to them. He could learn a lot from her, or any of the other dancers that would be willing to give him a few lessons.

Sucking in a quick breath of air, he tugged on his Djed, willing it to his eyes. It felt like a soft swirl of motion behind his gaze, as if there were spinning waters somewhere in his head. He focused the waters, straining to do it without a guiding touch, his jaw flexing and tightening. Slowly, her aura flickered into view, and he quickly examined it. She was a normal girl, with pretty features and a matching pretty aura. It swirled with a variety of dancing colors, though there seemed to be two major ones, fighting for control over each other. He wished he knew enough to tell what that meant. Still biting his lip, he glanced away, letting go of the Djed.

But not before something caught his eye.

His blue gaze instantly snapped back, her aura pulsing with something that he could only describe as a taste. A taste of something familar, something hypnotic, something entrancing. He could swear her aura was pulsing outwards, playfully caressing at the bartender she was now quietly talking with. The very sight of that specific thing set his mind off, and he instantly made the connection. He couldn't help but let a playful little smile dance across his face, his blue eyes twinkling brightly. This was perfect. Out of all the women that he could ask to help him with his scheme, this one was absolutely perfect for what he was planning on doing tonight. He instantly stood, striding in her direction, the sudden motion likely pulling her gaze. He moved fluidly, gracefully, his lean and defined body rippling with slim muscle. He was almost entrancing to watch move, especially with the look in his eyes. The light blue gaze was firmly locked upon her own, and the bright colors were sparking with complete and utter mischief. While his stride was slow and confident, the feeling she got would be one of... playfulness. He had something that could only mean trouble on his mind, and she was apparently going to get involved in that trouble. The soft smile he had only added to the feeling.

With a bit of focus, he latched onto a thought, and pushed it out. He hovered it in the air, suspending it in his aura and reaching out with it. He didn't expand his aura to try and engulf the girl as a hole. Instead, he simply stretched a part of it out, caressing it gently to her temple with a loving touch. He used his sorcery, and gifted her with a thought.

His name is Matthew, and his eyes are full of magic. Just like yours.

The words would gently seep into her mind, teasingly creeping up as if she had randomly thought of it on her own. She would probably immediately figure out what had happened, and by the look in his eyes and smile on his face, he had wanted that. It was a unique way of communicating, perhaps something only two Hypnotists could do. He sat at the bar, calmly folding one leg over the other, his eyes never leaving hers.

[Reine Darlyeo]

Reine was just turning her head away from the bartender when she spotted an abrupt movement at the corner of her eyes. Her attention immediately latched on the young man who had been holding the harp earlier. She could clearly feel his eyes on her and in turn, she gazed straight into his clear blue eyes. Her blue-green eyes scanned him up and down, trying to figure out why he was heading her way. He didn’t look her the way other men would when they wanted to ask her of something, but at the same time, there was something about that pulled her eyes to him. Watching the man was quite interesting. They kept their sights on each other the whole time. As a girl, Reine could not help noticing the attractiveness of the man who seemed a few years older than her. He moved somewhat enticingly, teasingly. It was not an elegant move of a dancer, but of a man who knew the effect he had on others. And for it, she was starting to like him. She decided that he must’ve worked here. But not as a musician. No, he carried too much confidence and the air around him was full of playfulness. One of the companions the Herald’s offer most likely. It would not surprise her. He was good-looking and seemed to know how to seduce someone. Her attention was skittering away when she felt a slight touch of familiar djed. She knew it well. She used it quite often. A playful hypnotic magic was reaching out to her. It took her merely a second to single out the user. Reine kept a close eye on the man as her eyebrow rose. A sudden thought had just slipped through the cracks of her mind. Information that was not supposed to be there. An idea that caressed the edges of her, claiming to be hers. It was not forcing, simply trying to get her attention. And it worked perfectly. Matthew. A sly smile quirked the side of her lips. She could not but wonder why he was so openly announcing his presence to her. It was quite unusual, especially here in Syliras, where magic-users were not exactly treated with reverence. The simplest explanation was that he wanted something from her. The dancer turned her body to face him, her hand rested against her bare waist, again letting herself drink in his presence. Definitely a charmer. Then again, all Hypnotists should be charming. If not, the magic would not work. She slipped a strand of dark hair behind her ear before saying, “Reine. What can I help you with?” Her voice was soft, light and a little seductive for the magic she weaved through each word. It was her own way of telling him that she knew who he was. The girl closed the distance between the two, her eyes glimmering with curiosity. This would not be a boring day after all.

[Matthew]

He did know the effect he had on others, and that indeed was a part of his walk. It wasn't so much as that he was proud or arrogant about it, but he just knew it as a fact. He was considered beautiful in a slightly unique way, and it went well with what he had to decided to do. Much like he viewed any other part of his career, his physical appearance and the benefits it provided was just logic.

Her soft and seductive words echoed in his mind, and he struggled to cope with them. He hadn't actually ever had the magic used on him before (not that he was aware of), so knowing that the voice was from someone else was slightly odd. It was his voice and his thought, but the seductive edge to it wasn't something of his own. It was like his very own mind was trying to tease him into bed. He bit down on his lower lip, an old habit of his, but one that actually went hand-in-hand with his profession. With her playful little smirk and him biting his lower lip, to any outside viewers, it would seem like sparks were flying between them already. Tilting his head, still keeping his eyes on hers, he let his Hypnotic aura expand.


Touch me.

It feels so good.

Faster.

More.

I love you.

Hit me.

Hurt me.

Touch me.

Even though he wasn't trying, the last few hours of using Hypnotic suggestions on his customers had left all of the little erotic ideas quite clear in his aura. If he had really been using his magic this much, it was no wonder he was shining with sweat. She may be able to tell they weren't aimed at her specifically, instead swirling in the air like a cloud of hungry lust. They suggested different images of the man that stood in front of her, from him being gentle and loving, to rough and dominant. His blue eyes continued to shine, direct in their stare, never looking away from her for one moment. He just indulged for a second, marveling in the luck that he would find someone who used the same thing he did. Did she use it for the same thing? Did she dance with her aura suggesting that the whole room watch? He nibbled his lip faster, eyes sparkling as he worked out the puzzle. For a moment it was almost as if her question had been forgotten, but his voice soon interrupted the silence.

"A pleasure, Reine." His voice was light, slightly husky, each word carefully and professionally pronounced. For being a pleasure giver, he held himself with a certain level of dignity. It was almost required for some, in order to hold on to what pride they had. It was just a part of him. He was fairly sure his father had beat it into his flesh. "There is a ball I am going to later tonight. It is going to be a ball for rich families and the well known, and as luck would have it, a spot opened up for me. In short, I wish to get to know the riff-raff a bit more. I also want to get into trouble." Well, he was rather straight to the point. He seemed completely confident and open in his plan, leaning forward a little to move his eyes closer to hers.

He smiled brightly at her, the grin suggestive. Once again, it seemed to just be a natural thing. Either he was naturally gifted at seduction, or it had become such a part of him that he couldn't help but emit it with everything he did. "You seem to know how to dance, and I don't. I feel like I should learn. It doesn't hurt that our... abilities compliment each other so well. Our talents."

The bartender actually blushed, assuming Matthew meant something completely different. To him, the only abilities the two had were to move their hips in rather remarkable ways.

[Reine Darlyeo]

Matthew used his magic unforgivingly, she could feel in buzzing against her skin. The whole time she was standing near him, she was pelted with lustful thoughts for the man. A woman not far them seemed to be agreeing with her, eyeing Matthew the whole time. It was easy to wave his magic away but then another came, and another. That was the beauty of Hypnotism. One could not block it from coming, only to crush it before it had taken root. Reine barely realized that she had taken the care to stand even closer to him. It was annoying, what he did, yet pleasurable. Hard to describe really. Even though she could tell Matthew was expanding his influence, Reine didn't really bother to push them away. She wanted to know how far he could affect her.

Her eyebrow rose at his proposal. A ball? With the rich? Almost immediately, she recoiled from the idea. She had been trying to avoid that kind of people for years. Delvor still had her tossed into a fancy party once in a while, but she didn't like the idea. It reminded her too much of her time as Garhat's slave. But an interest sparked in her too. "I have to ask. How does a man like you get invited in such an event?" Not to be rude or anything, but Matthew hasn't struck her as someone to waltz at a lavish ball. "And tell me about?" She cocked her head in question even though she knew perfectly why. "I'm quite sure we've just known each other a chime ago. Not very well, in my opinion." Her eyes shone as her magic teased an idea in his mind of how they could get to know each other better.

She was quite sure that nearly the room was watching them. How could not? Both of them were radiating magic that teased and touched every mind it could reach. Her intention was slightly more subtle, simply trying to make people watch her, see her. At least until half a chime ago.

Reine had switched the tone of her magic to match his. Seductive and inviting. It was something she did not use often. She was more familiar with changing her djed in a way that radiated trust. After all, she would need trust to dig people's dirty secret - which was what she did for a living before coming here to Syliras.

Now that she met another Hypnotist, she wanted to test what she could do and what he could do. Will another Hypnotist still do what she wanted, if she was strong enough? It had been some time since she truly use her abilities and a part of her itch for it. For the domination. For the power it gave her. This might be her chance.

"Our talent." When the man finished his words, the dancer purposefully conjured images in his mind. A flash of bare skin. Tangled sheets. Her fingers tangled in his hair. It was subtle, accompanied by a faint feeling of lust.

"Learn to dance?" asked the girl curiously. Reine gently took the man's hand and led him away from the bar, trying to dig about him a little further without the staring eyes of the bartender. To a spot less noticed and without prying eyes. There was no use in letting the others feel her magic. With her luck, there might be an off-duty knight somewhere, noticing the exchange between the two Hypnotists.

As she moved, her thoughts cleared and she let a light suspicion slip into her mind. Finally, she stopped and turned to look at Matthew, their bodies standing closely together. "First, tell me more about you."

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[Matthew]

He genuinely hadn't been trying to use his magic on her. It had just been there. He had been using it for such a long time today that now it instinctively radiated out, an aura of all sorts of lusts and promises. It was such a natural part of him by this point, such a very small and constant use of his magic, that he didn't even know it was still there. Only when she used her own magic did he realize that something was going on beyond the teasing words they had planted in each other's heads as a greeting.

A nodding tilt of the head acknowledged her questions, as he knew they were good ones. Looking back over how he had approached her, he could understand why she was curious. A male pleasure-giver being invited to a fancy event by the richer members of the Syliras Castle? It was sillt to even think about. Hazily, an image teased into his mind, and she would be delighted to see that he didn't even seem to notice it was hers. Beyond the two specific words they had thought into each other's mind earlier, he wasn't aware that he or she was doing even more. Still, instinctively, a thought responded in kind. His eyes flashed with blue fire, and her thought was met with one of his own. They would get to know each other, yes. And they would take their time. His face remained cool and professional throughout the whole entire trade, though the corners of his lips still twitched in that ever-playful smile. His eyes spoke to her though, like windows. This was both good and bad, in a way. She could see through them, and push her thoughts into them. But then again, looking into them put a definite link between them, allowing his own thoughts to be as clear as day.

They had drawn attention, as she noticed, with a few heads turning in interest. Matthew was still focused on her, as if she was the only thing there. He certainly didn't lack any sort of attention span.

He was so focused that he didn't even notice her preparing something for when he finished his words. He hadn't suspected anything. He had meant their magic, and didn't even think that she would find it an opportunity to be coy. The images tangled in his mind, and he blinked, body shivering for a brief moment. It was like a switch had been flipped. He naturally reacted, eyes darkening with some sort of primal desire. For a brief moment, images instinctively rose in his aura, causing several people nearby to gasp. He didn't even mean to conjure them, simply let them materialize. While her touch was subtle, his was forceful, much too beyond his control. While she showed him tangled sheet, he showed them torn clothes. While she showed him fingers in his hair, he let the idea of bare flesh slamming to a cold wooden wall echo in the air. His eyes burned for a second longer, and then he let out a breath of air, a visible bead of sweat suddenly running down the side of his face. His aura collapsed for the time, shrinking back, his breath coming ragged. He looked confused, blinking a couple of times. He had no idea what she had done, so subtle had her touch been.

She took his hand and led him somewhere where he could explain his intentions more privately. He took the time to breath, his lungs having an oddly hard time. He was genuinely confused. Why had that primal side reared it's head?

"I... am originally from a wealthy shipwright family in Zeltiva. There are quite a few of those, funny enough. I was sent to school to help prosper the family, and studied medicine and a bit of magic." His voice was husky, deep, slightly tired. He was open about his magic. Perhaps because she used it as well. He did keep his voice low, making sure the words were only for her. "Then I decided to drop out, and use the knowledge I had gained to become a male Escort. I actually want to start my own business." His own? And he had been a wealthy son? What? "My family is fairly well known, and I can use their name to gain access to noble events. Only for a little while, until news of my career change reaches Syliras ears." He leaned close, shadow falling over her, simply moving that way so their words could be quieter. "And yes. There will likely be dancing at this event. I should probably learn how. I will need to be somewhat professional before I find a way to get into trouble. Honestly though?"

He paused, eyes narrowing, a sharp smile breaking out across his face. "My real intentions? Why I am going to this particularly silly event? I know I will be found out sooner or later. One day, they will hear about what I have become. If you come with me, one day they will find out who you are. I have been on that side of the world, and while there are good people, there are also a lot of rich people who throw their money at food and each other... and think they mean something to this world." He sounded passionate about this, his voice full of steel and fire. "One day, I want them to look back on this, remember me, remember you, remember us dancing and talking and doing whatever we do there... and I want them to remember how much better we were. At everything. At life, at grace, at passion, at lust, at happiness. That their money and their parties were bested by a whore of a man."

[Reine Darlyeo]

Suddenly, the burst of images filled her mind. His reaction was unexpected. She had just been planning to tease him , to test her abilities. It seemed like she had gone a bit to far. Apparently, she had lost some of her touch. And she had let herself get affected by his aura. Bad. Very bad. "Easy," she warned quietly, trying to sound soothing. That was quite an outburst. Far too noticeable and too strong. It even shoved its way into her mind. She took a deep breath and looked at him with her sharp blue eyes. "I think you need a little bit more practice. It's dangerous lashing out like that." She glanced around, trying to see how much had noticed and zoomed on them. Not too many, thankfully. She allowed her djed to fill her eyes as she stared at them, the gaze making them look away.

A part of her wanted to laugh, to be honest. It was the first time she had really used her magic in a long time and it felt thrilling. He did not even seem to notice what she did. Pushing his buttons, manipulating him - that's what she had grown to love about her magic. But at the same time, it scared her that she was so giddy at her success. She had sworn that she would never let the magic get its way into her mind, but she knew, the more she used it, the faster she spiraled down into madness. None of it showed on her face though, her features a mask of calm. In the end, she decided she should stop toying him, her aura dropped entirely, leaving her as the normal girl she seemed.

As he told her his story, Reine weighed his words, not letting her own magic crowd her mind. She could be relatively sure that he was not lying, but still. Invading a party? A big party? That probably was not the smartest thing to do. And she let herself wonder how this man could just throw away his privileges without a second thought, while there were people like here who could only dream of such things. It annoyed her in more ways than one, but she tried not to think about it.

Reine sighed and looked at Matthew carefully. He was not new to the magic, but he wasn't exactly experienced either. And the way he had talked about his plan worried her the slightest bit. Scared her because she thought that way all the time. How could she not? She was a slave. They had mocked her, abused her, locked her up, forced her to do their dirty work. There's nothing she would like more than ruin those who had made her life miserable. It wasn't very fair of course, since not all were like that - she knew that first hand from Delvor - but most of them were. The way he said every word brought alight the old fire pf anger that had long since ignored. It was no good. "You do know that sounds a little bit . . . crazy, right?" Even as the words left her mouth, she had made her decision. If he had looked, he would be able to tell too.

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[Matthew]

Her soothing word both comforted him, and confused him. Easy? About what? He didn't think he was doing anything, but soon realized that his body was screaming at him to stop trickling Djed. Now aware of it, he started, quickly dampening his aura even more. It flickered like a candlelight, and then quickly vanished, giving the people around them time to breath. He glanced around to see if anyone had noticed, but most just seemed to have marked it up to his skills as a employee of this place. He offered the few girls that were staring at him a small smile, remembering to keep his business face on. He muttered to Reine, eyes focused on the crowd as he used natural charm to compliment the magic she was pushing at them. "I didn't mean to lash out. Did you do something to me? I didn't even know I was using it. When I use it over the course of a day, it slowly becomes natural. I hope I didn't invade." He meant it. He was firmly against pushing any sort of emotion onto anyone without their permission. The thought was different, as he had been open and honest about it being his. Anything else was against his personal code. He seemed clueless about the heated images he had both seen, and lashed out with.

It wasn't as if she had lost her subtle touch, if she worried about that. Her touch had been so subtle that he had never noticed it there. Perhaps he was just tired, but she had slipped in and out without even a moments suspicion. With Hypnotism though, half the battle was understanding who you were toying with. Matthew never had lustful thoughts that were anything beyond business. To give him those invoked a strong reaction, even though the thoughts were so simple.

A hand lifted and wiped away the sweat on his brow, the fingers also traveling down the bare strip of flesh his shirt exposed to swipe away at the sweat beads there. His blue eyes returned to her, considering her question. The smile dropped away from his lips, and he thought about it very seriously. No, it hadn't really seemed crazy to him. Why was that? Was it just that he had no fear? No, there was definitely a small level of nervousness bubbling deep within the pit of his stomach. It wasn't that. He pondered it a bit more, then shrugged his slim shoulders, answering as honestly as he could. "I did not know that. It is only crazy if there is a chance of failure. What are they going to do if they find me out? Then I will humiliate them all the faster. A noble turned pleasure giver, and they welcomed him into their party with open arms." Matthew was confident, if anything.

He smirked again, the corners of his lips twitching delightedly. He seemed to have a grudge. Like her, yet with a past that was completely different. Where she had once had nothing, he had once been gifted with everything and just tossed it away.

"So will you come?" He went straight back to the point, running a hand through his thick hair, eyes on hers. "I would like to meet one more time before the actual event, if you do decide to join me. When I am well rested, and can use my magic with a bit more awareness and control. I also need to know a simple dance, unless the ones I learned when I was younger still apply here." He leaned forward again, eyes twinkling with playfulness, like a small child really wanting to get his friend to go along with him on his crazy scheme. "If you can handle it, of course."

[Reine Darlyeo]

"I might have," Reine shrugged innocently, her tone apologetic. She was genuinely surprised at his reaction and that meant she was making a novice mistake. Unsurprisingly, Enala's voice snapped at her in her mind - like she always did when she was still under the Hypnotist's guidance, Stupid, stupid mistake, Reine. It's the kind of mistake that will get you killed. Always understand who you are manipulating. Even though the voice was just part of her imagination, she couldn't help getting flustered at her neglect.

"I did not know that. It is only crazy if there is a chance of failure. What are they going to do if they find me out? Then I will humiliate them all the faster. A noble turned pleasure giver, and they welcomed him into their party with open arms."

Reine turned away from him and started gravitating away from him, willing to think this through. Matthew certainly seemed confident enough that they won't get to any serious trouble. It was not exactly guarantee that things wouldn't wrong. But what could go wrong, really? If his story was true, he sort of had the right to be there and they were not breaking any obvious laws. She fidgeted with her sleeves, a habit she had yet to be broken.

Delvor was not home and that meant she could be doing anything she wanted freely, but if he had heard about this, he would go against it. He would tell her that there were risks and bringing attention to her meant bringing attention to him. A part of her did not want to do what her master would've disliked, but at the same time, she didn't really care. He did give her freedom to do what she wanted in Syliras. It would change any time when he decided to return to Ravok. Why not make some mess while she had the chance?

She turned back to her ffellow employee, eyes glittering with determination and excitement. He was crazy. She was crazy. "I'm in. So, where do you propose we could go for a lesson?" Her eyes gazed over the bar. "I still have work for a couple more bells."

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