The Bordello Saga

We dress her up and put her in line for fun.

Like a joke.

Oh, okay.

Could you imagine?

I see...

I'm sorry...

Bravo, my friend. You're getting good at this.

Eyes focused. Nothing substitutes good posture, Nora.

I can think of two things.

Form over figure.

Well, I figure your form isn't the only thing pulling in your numbers, Darcy.

You do just fine yourself, Cal.

Not as fine as you.

You're obsessed.

We're not all as blessed as you.

Lesson two, Nora. If people like us want something, we have to work for it.

Well, if this isn't enough work for you, then you're free to strut back in town and squawk with the rest of the geese.

You make it sound so appealing.

Finally! My kin! Welcome to the Crimson Garden. Surely you must be here for me.

No. You wouldn't dare.

Traitor!

Sorry!

Ooh, I like the piercings.

Uh, are you two related?

Oh dear.

Are you two sure I'm the right one for the job?

I just don't know what I'm doing wrong.

Well, you do come on a little strong.

What does that even mean?

What, you want me to come on as weak?

Maybe it's your posture then. I don't know.

You know, perhaps I am blessed,

but I'm not certain that's a good thing.

All I'm saying is, my a*****ors won many battles with blades, but not sparrows.

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