(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

Chapter 56
"So... if these prostitutes peddle dialogue... am I sampling their 'wares' by
talking to them?"
Morte bobbed beside me, "Eh, if it isn't pillowy and covered in honey, I
wouldn't call 'em wares."
The dark-haired young woman in the first room was staring listlessly off into
space, sighing miserably and occasionally picking at the seams of her green
velvet gown. It was difficult to discern whether she was depressed or simply
bored. Jewelry jingled at her wrists and emerald cloth hugged her shapely
figure, especially accentuating her breasts. She would've been pretty if it
weren't for the fact that her eyes were half-lidded in petulant longing.
"Greetings. Lady Grace has asked that I speak to each of you in turn."
She gave me only the briefest of glances before staring off into the distance
once more. "Greetings, yes... I am named Juliette. How may I... oh, never
thou mind. Leave me be, please." She gave an exasperated sigh.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing at all. Only that I spend my days gazing into the face of
mediocrity, seeing if anything can erase its dreadful, tedious passage."
"Is your life so tedious?"
"Alas, it is." She sighed again, closing her eyes and massaging her temples.
"Dreadfully boring!"
I chuckled, "I'm certain I could add some excitement to your life ..."
"No, no... 'tis kind of thee to offer, though. I am already with a man, sir, and
I do love him dearly. 'Tis just that I wish..." She tapped her finger against her
chin. "...something more of our liaison."
"Is the relationship lacking, then?"
"The only thing it lacks is excitement, sir. Our families took the news of our
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