Otto regards Eva, mulling over her suggestion to what she considers a 'fun' event. He looks away for a moment, panning the lounge they are in. Men with escorts and courtesans, showing off their toys to each other as they drink and speak amongst themselves.
"Look around you Evangeline, Ul'dah'n 'Gentlemen' everywhere. Whoring, drugs, abuse. Some might even think your my own courtesan as we speak - you have to know coming here can cast that reputation on you. Its no secret that Otto Vann the self-proclaimed Master of Fashion is comfortable with hiring women who sell themselves. You really want me to come with you to public events that aren't related to these Camp Excursions you've doomed me to?"
"I'm not known for being much of a discreet man Eva. I have my habits that I keep private but I am an open book for this world to judge. Can you handle that? There would be a lot to gain from people thinking you were mine, though thats another conversation for another day."
Otto sits forward in the chair, resting his arms on his knees as he speaks to Eva, gesturing with his hands "As far as the Royalists go.." he waves a dismissive hand "Their problem lies in the fact that they can not and will not ever be able to manage the business of this City. The Syndicate has many people who associate with it that are insidious at best, and garbage at worst. Many of those men are in this very room. Smugglers, thieves, rapists, worse. However, even with people like that in its midst, The Syndicate keeps this city running - we keep the sludge moving, gil moving up the line so that Her Majesty can 'run' her city. They want taxes, we make sure business stays smooth and those taxes are paid even."
"So, for me, whenever I think or hear of Royalists - I always imagine what would happen when or if they didn't have money to pay their guards or soldiers, or anyone for that matter. You can't run a city like this with empty pockets, you just can't. Sure they could try to eradicate us, and make our business run under threat of State force, but men like me are talented at what we do Miss Primrose while their only talent is the ability to be absolutely worthless on their own. Chaos would erupt if Monetarists were removed from the picture, and business would crash for far too long to keep this city stable. They need us to survive."
"Do you understand Miss Primrose?"
"Look around you Evangeline, Ul'dah'n 'Gentlemen' everywhere. Whoring, drugs, abuse. Some might even think your my own courtesan as we speak - you have to know coming here can cast that reputation on you. Its no secret that Otto Vann the self-proclaimed Master of Fashion is comfortable with hiring women who sell themselves. You really want me to come with you to public events that aren't related to these Camp Excursions you've doomed me to?"
"I'm not known for being much of a discreet man Eva. I have my habits that I keep private but I am an open book for this world to judge. Can you handle that? There would be a lot to gain from people thinking you were mine, though thats another conversation for another day."
Otto sits forward in the chair, resting his arms on his knees as he speaks to Eva, gesturing with his hands "As far as the Royalists go.." he waves a dismissive hand "Their problem lies in the fact that they can not and will not ever be able to manage the business of this City. The Syndicate has many people who associate with it that are insidious at best, and garbage at worst. Many of those men are in this very room. Smugglers, thieves, rapists, worse. However, even with people like that in its midst, The Syndicate keeps this city running - we keep the sludge moving, gil moving up the line so that Her Majesty can 'run' her city. They want taxes, we make sure business stays smooth and those taxes are paid even."
"So, for me, whenever I think or hear of Royalists - I always imagine what would happen when or if they didn't have money to pay their guards or soldiers, or anyone for that matter. You can't run a city like this with empty pockets, you just can't. Sure they could try to eradicate us, and make our business run under threat of State force, but men like me are talented at what we do Miss Primrose while their only talent is the ability to be absolutely worthless on their own. Chaos would erupt if Monetarists were removed from the picture, and business would crash for far too long to keep this city stable. They need us to survive."
"Do you understand Miss Primrose?"
