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

"One moment... where did you here these rumors?"
Jolmi frowned. "One hears all sorts of things in the Festhall. How could one
not eventually hear of a man like you? Again I ask: will you consider my
proposal?"
Well, I didn't really need the money, but it certainly couldn't hurt. "Yes; let's
work it out the details."
After a short discussion and a bit of haggling, it came down to the following
terms: Jolmi would pay me two thousand copper commons; in return, I was
to allow her to drive her dagger into my heart. She would wait for me to
awaken, at which point she would give me the coin.
"Do you agree to this, then?" she said, her face smooth and calm.
"Yes... let's do it."
"Splendid," she said, and drove the blade into my chest.
Jolmi was a true connoisseur... her eyes drank in every detail, her nose
perked as she breathed in the scent of my sweat: sharp and bitter with
terror, iron with the smell of blood. She turned her head ever so slightly,
listening to the involuntary grunts and gags as my muscles heaved around
the blade.
The affair was over in moments... she'd already cleaned her blade and put it
away by the time I recovered. After picking myself up off the Festhall floor,
Jolmi handed over several rolls of copper coins while I rubbed my aching
chest.
"Somewhat disappointing, I must admit. Ah, well... coin well-spent,
nonetheless. Farewell."
I don't think I ever felt so cheap, though part of me mused that if I were a
sensate I'd be savoring that experience.
Strange thing was, part of me did.
"Oh is this what yeh'd be doin' now?" Annah said with a wry grin, "Sellin' yer
body to the Sensates?"
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