05-31-2022, 07:14 AM
There was a fancier looking bottle right next to it, and his eyes flicked to it. Then, the gentleman’s … crutches. Ah, he was injured. Poor thing.
“Yes, perfect,” he decided instead. “Thank you.”
He let his eyes coast over the bar. A woman leaning over another woman … a woman on some man’s lap, with his face in her bosom. Matters, ahem, escalated occasionally at bathhouses too, though it was not typically multiple people (unless they were doing the same thing together, cough), nor was there typically the blatant exchange of money.
Zechariah eyed the woman’s twitch of her hand, and the gentleman slipping coin into it without pausing.
… He felt like he should be more stressed out about all this indecency. Oh well.
“Have you worked here long?” he asked conversationally.
“Yes, perfect,” he decided instead. “Thank you.”
He let his eyes coast over the bar. A woman leaning over another woman … a woman on some man’s lap, with his face in her bosom. Matters, ahem, escalated occasionally at bathhouses too, though it was not typically multiple people (unless they were doing the same thing together, cough), nor was there typically the blatant exchange of money.
Zechariah eyed the woman’s twitch of her hand, and the gentleman slipping coin into it without pausing.
… He felt like he should be more stressed out about all this indecency. Oh well.
“Have you worked here long?” he asked conversationally.
