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[At least, for once, this is an intentional video. He is, however, much more casually attired than usual -- which, in this case, means with no suit jacket, no tie, and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. And he appears to be leaning on a car, cigarette in hand, as ever, and an errant smudge of grease or two on his face.]

I have two questions for the City at large. Call it... research.

[One of those tiny, polite smiles, and then...]

First of all, if there were one thing you think this city is lacking -- and "a means of escape" isn't a valid answer here, I'm afraid, since we all want that -- what would it be?

[A long pause.]

Second of all, I've been informed that I'm in need of at least one "modern" outfit, whatever that means. Is anyone here willing to assist?

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[A laugh.]

You'd be horrified at how poorly decorated my apartment is. I often sleep at the casino. For the sake of your sensibilities, we'd better find you a place on your own.

Oh, it must be a beautiful apartment and have a view of the gardens! I favour the gardens very much, you see. All the flowers...

Sure, we can do that. Like I said, it won't be what you're used to, but it won't be too bad.

They say variety is the spice of life! And I do enjoy living tastefully.

And I'd guess living tastefully includes fancy clothes, too.

Surely quality dresses would be necessary, if I am to carry out my new job. Who would spend their money on a woman who looks nothing special?

I imagine you'd look good in just about anything you wore, but I take your point. One of the benefits to being in the City is that you can find almost anything you're looking for, whether it's from the 19th century or the 23rd century.

In my spare time, of course, I would prefer to wear something from my own day and time, but seeing how the casino is yours - it must be left up to you, Monsieur Lansky, to decide what I should wear when there. It is your business in which I partake, after all.

Wear something from your own day and time at the casino, if you want. I wear something from my time, despite being from 'the past,' and nobody seems to mind.

And yet, you are asking for advice in dressing differently. Should I not do the same?

Believe me, I'm going to keep on wearing suits at the casino. People seem to like it, and I'm more comfortable that way

Of course there is nothing so attractive as a man in a well fitted suit, I can only agree. In which case, I will make certain to dress in a gown to match.

A gown will certainly attract attention -- and that's not a complaint.

I have only the one in which I arrived, but if you are certain there are more to be found and purchased, I shall soon acquire a whole collection again.

A whole collection? Be careful, or I'll be sure you're trying to bankrupt me.

[His tone is teasing, though.]

Bankruptcy would hardly benefit me. I am wholly against it and shall ensure that you do not bear the financial burden alone.

I get the distinct feeling that you and I will get along just fine.

[It's that almost flirtatious, but not quite, tone from him again.]

[His comment makes her laugh, a coquettish laughter meant for flirtation.]

When are we to be properly introduced, Monsieur Lansky? Surely you do not mean to keep a poor woman in suspense.

As soon as you want. I need to get myself cleaned up a little, and then I'll be heading over to the casino. You want I should meet you there?

Ah, that would be my greatest pleasure! To see where I am to be so generously employed.

It's not as nice as I want it to be eventually, but it's a work in progress, just like anything else. I'll be there in about a half an hour. Let me send you the directions.

[And in a few moments, she should be receiving said directions. Apparently he's taken well enough to the technology around here to use it for that sort of thing.]

I... see.

[Marguerite, on the other hand, has only become accustomed enough to the network devices to turn hers on and either send or receive a video feed. Thus, it takes her a good half an hour to figure out how to read the directions properly. Already delayed, she decides it to be more important to look her very best than hurry out the door in any slobbish state and consequently, it takes her the entirety of an hour to make it to the entrance of the casino.]

[The casino is obviously under expansion, but it's still a nice place -- understated, no flashy lights or bright colors. There's a bar, several poker tables, a pool table, and a piano. And there's the proprietor of the place, wiping down the bar when Marguerite shows up. As promised, he's in a suit, and he's absorbed enough in his task not to notice her at first.]

[Neither is Meyer the first thing to which she pays notice upon entering. Rather, it is the decor of the place - its entire layout, so different from how a casino looks as she knows them from Paris. Less intimate, although only in the strictest of senses, because the establishment certainly emits an air of intimacy on its own. After a moment of taking in all these first impressions, Marguerite focuses her attention on the man at the bar - her demeanour changing instinctively and fluidly, a smile finding its way onto her lips.

Walking up to him, her reddish orange ballgown - the one in which she arrived - moves around her ankles for every step that she takes, the heavy fabrics making the skirt fall in waves around her legs. Her dark hair has been elaborately styled and her make-up has been applied to perfection. She knows that she must look every bit the part of a courtesan and she takes pride in it, too. Naturally.]

Monsieur Lansky!

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