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

"Art thou as rugged and tough as thy appearance would indicate?"
I grinned, "They don't make them any tougher than me, I assure you."
"Thou shalt do this for me, then?"
"Yes, I'll do it."
"Excellent! My love, Montague, may be found within the Civic Festhall. I
thank thee!"
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She came gliding down the hall when I first met her, tall, elegant, with her
sharp features and a regal demeanor, a striking example of aristocratic
beauty. Her clothes appeared to be spun of silver thread, and a small phial
dangled from her necklace. Flame-haired and commanding, the prostitute
was perfumed with an exotic, erotic scent that seemed to draw me towards
her. That aroma dominated the air without overwhelming my senses, as if it
were her entourage.
"Greetings..."
She looked me over, arching an eyebrow with what I sensed to be disdain.
"Greetings. My name is Vivian; am I to presume I am being summoned?"
"No, Lady Grace just asked me to talk to each of you in turn..."
She nodded imperiously. "Go on, then."
"What's that incredible smell?"
She smiled at me. "I thank you for your compliment... but I assure you, this
particular aroma is a bland and paltry odor in comparison to my personal
scent." She sighed.
"Your... 'personal' scent?"
"Yes, I have a particular scent that seems to have gone... wandering. 'Tis
somewhat... difficult to keep in one place. I hope that someone did not take
it by accident... though you never know, with the 'ladies' around here." She
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