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Conguise sat in the parlor waiting for Meesus. He kept his hands on his lap, wanting to touch as little as possible in this vile whorehouse. Meesus glided into the room dressed in a silk robe, her hair falling free about her shoulders. She looked like the trollop she was. He kept his face impassive. It wouldn’t do to offend. He needed as many allies as he could get, even those beneath him.
“My females tell me you requested to see me personally.” She walked to the liquor cabinet. “Let me be very clear.” She poured herself a drink and turned to face him. Her brilliant green eyes were hard like jade. “I no longer service clients. Under any condition.”
He allowed his lips to glide upward a little, hoping it looked more like a smile than a sneer. “That’s perfect because I do not...a
