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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Pylar" data-source="post: 2627883" data-attributes="member: 6959">Sebastian Tayne walked slowly down the hard packed dirt road in the center of 'town'. He almost seems a jewel in the rough, compared to most of the other citizens of Redridge.  Though I guess that's what you'd expect from a Registered Companion.  His light silk over coat is unbuttoned exposing a matching silk vest, and pen striped shirt with a banded collar..also silk of course.  His long athletic legs also covered in matching silk..the suit dark brown in color almost shimmers in the bright sunlight.  A pair of bronze tinted glasses coveres his eyes, frames seeming to match the suit.  Certianly out of place in this town..speaking of out of place..a sword.  A long thin blade hanging from his left hip.  He walks slowly with a unnautral grace.  Almost as out of place are the two women flanking him.  Their appearance seems to fit the town better then his.  They are both wearing loose fitting dresses, that look like they haven't been sufficently cleaned in some time.    "Now..ladies we all know the conditions that you are forced to work in...and Mr. Tate has his own ideas on how his business should run..but still there is no excuse for him to keep things like that.  Now if all of you girls would just stand togther..."The girl on the left starts to shake her head not even giving Sebastian a chance to finish.."Ian, I sure know what ya gonna say..and we alls know that Mr. Tate ain't gonna allow that..besides we're simple folk there...simple girls that just wanna be able to make an honest living"Sebastian frowns...he know how the conversation is going to go..  Just like the last half a dozen times that he'd approach any of the town whores. Whore he really didn't like that term..he'd been called that a few times himself..but in this case it fit. He turns his head at movement to his left.  Just catching sight of Jesse Smitts and his gang.  What were they doing heading to the Brown Dog.  Everyone in town knew that was a haven for browncoats.  And they were as purple bellied as you could get in this town.  Standing witness to a fight was the last thing he needed.  As it was the magistrate barely tolerated him being in Redridge.  So only one thing to do. A large smile fell across Sebastian's face, emcompassing both of the 'ladies' at his side. 'Ladies, seems we've arrived at my lodging...you know I've got a bottle or two of wine from my families vineyards on Persephonie and I'd be honored to share it with you.  I would enjoy the company..and we may even be able to come up with a way to make things more liveable for you and your um..sisters'He smiled at them again..obvious that he'd used that charm a time or two to get what he'd wanted.  As he walked into the boarding house he though about his appointments that day.  It didn't matter there was time, besides it wasn't everyday he had a chance to talk to the head girls of both brothels in town at the same time.  And well it just wouldn't be right if he let those poor women suffer anymore then necessary.  After all pleasure was a Registered Companion's job.</blockquote>

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