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engaged in was lively, if friendly debate. "I have to ask: Why did you
establish such a place?"
Fall-From-Grace raised an eyebrow. "That is an odd question." She frowned.
"I don't think anyone has ever asked me that. At least, directly."
"My apologies, Lady Grace. I didn't mean to be so direct. I was merely
curious."
"Oh, no apologies are necessary," her smile returned, "I am more than
happy to discuss the reasons with you, if you wish."
"I would like to hear them, yes."
"Part of the answer to your question requires that you know that I am a
member of the Society of Sensation. Our faction believes that one should
experience as much of the multiverse as possible." The word sent a tingle
along my spine.
"And that is why you established this place?"
She nodded, "This brothel is intended to slate the lusts of even the
hardened intellectual. It is designed to stimulate the mind, to heighten one's
awareness of themselves and others, to create new ways of experiencing
another person. It is for those who seek something more than the shallow
physical pleasures that fill the Hive and Lower Wards."
"Well, I wouldn't exactly call it shallow..." Morte clicked his teeth.
"I see. So this establishment just encourages intellectual fencing rather than,
uh, well the other kind of fencing," my eye followed the prostitute as she
circled around the other curve of the hall, "The women here must be
special, indeed."
Fall-From-Grace nodded with no small amount of pride, "The women here
are aspiring Sensates. They have come to me in search of instruction, to
prepare themselves to enter the faction. Also, many of them have a natural
grasp of language that can shatter the crust of the most hardened
individual."
"And the girls here are in training to be Sensates?"
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