Frog, Ring and Vauri,
You set up a meet with Madame Tesslyn outside the Red Lamp. She sends back a coded message agreeing to see you the next evening. She met you at the Canalwalk in Bushview at dusk.
Tesslyn is in her late forties, with a face and body that was once incredible to behold, but now has sagged with age. She's still attractive, especially those lovely green eyes of hers. Many have fallen for her over the years. You have heard how she worked her way up the ladder to run the Red Lamp, rung by rung, from runner, the fluffer, to harlot, to hostess, to madame. It has been a hard life for a girl who was born in an alley and left to the orphanage, but she's not a complainer.
Here she is:
She's wearing a nicely tailored dress and overcoat in this pissy rain, smartly dressed, perhaps a season out of fashion, though. Her umbrella protects her from the patter of oily rain, plus the one of you walking beside her. Who is it?
Who's trailing behind, keeping an eye out for unwanted viewers or eavesdroppers?
Who's walking on the rainside of her?
Passers-by in the other direction nod or ignore you, just a group of people walking and talking from the look of it. Right?"Your offer is quite tempting. My girls have enjoyed your Guild's services from time to time, a couple have attended Claude's services."
Madame Tesslyn says politely, with a genial air, "My concerns are thus. Do you have the Bravos to protect my girls and house and the will to maintain a good working arrangement? And secondly, I have no wish to sign my name to Mylera's shit list. I would desire a forceful takeover... meaning the pair of Red Sashes currently sleeping in two of my finer beds and eating my best food would be eliminated, and as far as anyone else knows, you took the Red Lamp..."
She bats her eyes suggestively, "By force."