The tanned keeper went from her usual toasty brown to a bright pink even as she read the first sentences in the paper, thankful in the back of her head that she was alone in her Quicksand room. As she read on, that pink became red, scarlet, and crimson, with every rouge in-between. "That woman- Was she really this famous 'Sex Queen' in the tavern that evening? And... She needs workers?"
She swallowed hard, an empty gesture in the room alone, and crumpled the paper into a wad with her clammy hands. "...I wonder if they need guards. So no one does anything improper to the innocent women working there, of course..."
She swallowed hard, an empty gesture in the room alone, and crumpled the paper into a wad with her clammy hands. "...I wonder if they need guards. So no one does anything improper to the innocent women working there, of course..."
