♅ eleventh (or first all over again)

[themistress]

[If you're in town, you might notice a woman walking around, plastering flyers all over the place. Each flyer is advertising services. She's really sticking them everywhere, and handing them to people on the street. Perhaps you'd like to hire her. According to the flyer, she

• teaches magic
  
• plans parties
  
• performs acupuncture (*pain guaranteed)
  
• is available for rimjobs
  
• grooms cats

Perhaps you'd like to comment on her skills. Perhaps you just want to stare at her because it's autumn and she's wearing a sheer dress and thigh-high boots and nothing else. Or maybe you just happen to note that she's so very familiar.

Either way, a flyer was just stuck to your chest. Because the woman might think of you as a lamppost.]

Comments

[nolifecount]

[He snorts.]

You do realize there's no form of currency here in paradisa?

[themistress]

Yes there is. [She looks at him like he's an idiot.] Caisos. You know, what you buy things with?

[nolifecount]

Oh? Haven't noticed. Some people told me they don't need money. Or at least, work for it.

[themistress]

Maybe not those castle people, pfft.