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[ladyreynard]

Please, my dear mundane. I would hope you knew me better than to think I would stoop to selling information my girls have picked up. Our clients expect the utmost discretion, and I will not risk my business for some momentary gain.

Besides. Despite what movies might have taught you, those in power are rarely stupid enough to say anything interesting in pillow talk.

Pity.

And honestly, if you can not see how I am of use to my dear spider, you are not as intelligent as I gave you credit for.

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[population_ctrl]

Come now. Surely, your clients would understand.

[ladyreynard]

My boy, my clients rarely understand why I require the names they give me to match the credit cards they pay with. I do not wish to heighten their paranoia. Bad for business, you understand.

[population_ctrl]

You'd teach them a little about reality. [Smiiile.] It's a favour, really.

[ladyreynard]

Please. I have enough police attention as is.

[population_ctrl]

Unwanted?

[ladyreynard]

Unwarranted, mostly. And of course as clientele.

[population_ctrl]

Wasting their salaries. Of course.

[ladyreynard]

As long as it's not on company time, why care? It's not illegal as of yet.

[population_ctrl]

Never will be. Can't deny a man the right to company - or so I hear.

[ladyreynard]

Oh but they do try. Clutching their pearls during the day, and still seeing my girls by night. I'll never be out of business, true. But I enjoy doing this above the board.

[population_ctrl]

And the price of your enjoyment, Madame?

[ladyreynard]

I pay taxes and smile pretty when they speak against me and those like me. It is a small price.

[population_ctrl]

Perhaps not as small as you think.

[ladyreynard]

Oh?

[population_ctrl]

Honest women sometimes keep the worst company.

[ladyreynard]

Flatterer. I am no more honest than you

[population_ctrl]

Oh, I'm incredibly honest.

[ladyreynard]

You're a politician, my dear. That's hardly honest

[population_ctrl]

Harsh. [Chuckle.] It's just a profession.

[ladyreynard]

As is mine.

[population_ctrl]

True. So don't judge.

[Smile fading here.]

And be careful.

[ladyreynard]

Who said I was judging?

Ah, but you have no jurisdiction over me.

[population_ctrl]

If you keep socializing with the wrong people, Madame, I won't need any.

[ladyreynard]

Oh I think my people are quite the right sort. But opinions vary I support.

[population_ctrl]

It's the sort of people who'll get you in trouble.

Friendly warning.

[ladyreynard]

Not friendly enough to come visit me, sadly. You have no idea how many of my girls would love to be your arm candy.

I take care of myself and mine. I don't need your help, darling.

[population_ctrl]

You may, one day.

As for your advertising - [Chuckle.] - I'm a married man.

[ladyreynard]

And one day pigs may fly. Anything is possible.

Indeed. As are many of my clients.

[population_ctrl]

[Longest pause. Then, he laughs.]

That's the spirit, Madame. Optimism and attitude - it goes a long way.

[ladyreynard]

It's always worked for me so far

[population_ctrl]

Then let's hope you won't jinx it.

/theadjacks

[unreadability]

[population_ctrl]

Yes?

[unreadability]

Am I expected to remind myself that you were once young and foolish?

[population_ctrl]

Would it help?

[unreadability]

It would make me feel of greater worth, if nothing else. In comparison.

[population_ctrl]

To what?

[unreadability]

To the other women; whom you might pay.

[population_ctrl]

Have a little faith, Mireille.

[unreadability]

If they've managed to translate male moaning into something of substance, the end result is theirs to keep.

[ladyreynard]

I believe the implication is that conversation happens before or after. During would be rather silly.

[unreadability]

They eat, before. And afterwards, they sleep. Men are simple, supposedly.

[ladyreynard]

I would not say they are complicated, no, but you distill a lot of possible interaction down in to 'eating', madame.

[unreadability]

The hunt and the kill.

[ladyreynard]

[A laugh]

I suppose you're right