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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2020 15:41:33 GMT
The woman leaned forward and whispered back. “Only good friends of the owner get invited. It has its own workers and everything, none of us go up there either. I haven’t heard the best stories of it though. Some of the people up there don’t have great reputations.”
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Oct 20, 2020 17:33:40 GMT
Justine widened her eyes, thinking of the strange club Ceutinde and Silvia had gone to. “What sort of reputations?” she asked. “Mr Distennian seems like a dreadfully interesting person.”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2020 19:41:14 GMT
The employee shook her head. “Can’t risk losing my job,” she said. “But they hang sometimes at Delilah’s Tavern. I wouldn’t be too interested if I were you. Respectable women avoid their sort of company. And that’s the truth.”
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Oct 21, 2020 1:49:06 GMT
So it was probably exactly the sort that would frequent that strange beach club, Justine decided. She covered her mouth with her hand, eyes wide. “Well thank you for warning me. I’ll be careful.”
She looked around. “Maybe I should come back when I’m not on my own. I was hoping to speak to Mr Distennian, but he’ll probably be in a hurry with all his friends here.”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 21, 2020 6:41:40 GMT
The woman nodded but smiled. “I’d be happy to take a message if you’d like,” she said. “Just so he knows something of what to expect.”
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