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[sealegs]

And this is why I don't like places that spend too much good coin on dazzle and flair. You've your tall buildings and tall champagne glasses and tall heels-- but not a damned brothel in sight?

It's a disappointment for us all. Can you imagine how repressed the men must be here? Oh, you poor things. There's a term for that, you know. And a cure if you know where to look.

[Isabela did, however, find the nearest trashy bar. So she's there and using her wiles to get free drinks because her coin doesn't get her anything at all.]

Say-- what is this thing anyhow?

[She addresses the bartender, tapping at the screen she's seen a few others burying their noses into.]

Thought if I talked at it long enough, it would, I don't know. Do a trick- vibrate. Anything but sit there and blink at me.

[A swig of her tankard of beer, and she accidentally slams it down on the device, shutting off the feed.]

[ooc | I don't know why I posted this now when I'm about to go to the gym. BRB.]

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[pratful]

[ He should have known it was not his day to give the phone thing a second try. The thing was better off buried in a field and smashed to pieces. But he had promised so he is going to give it a try. ]

What in the world would you want with a brothel? You can't actually want to work in one.

[sealegs]

Of course not. I prefer making use of their-- many services.

1/2

[pratful]

A woman...

wants to make use of a brothel.

[pratful]

... That doesn't make any sense at all. [ women are supposed to remain pure and chaste. It's a unspoken law. ]

[sealegs]

See, men don't use their imagination like women do.

[pratful]

Well, I would certainly hope not. Women can't be trusted to do anything right. [ It's a good thing Morgana's not around. She'd drub him rotten. ]

[sealegs]

You're saying this-- to a woman.

[She raises an eyebrow]

I don't know what it is with you men with eyes for the same team. Personally, I think you're missing out.

[pratful]

I fail to see what that has to do with anything. A good team is irreplaceable. I know that well. [ now he's just thoroughly confused. All these strange phrases, they don't make a lick of sense! ]

[sealegs]

It means you prefer climbing the watchtower over spelunking in caves.

You know.

Riding stallions.

Moisten the bedrolls.

Hoisten another ship's mast.

Share oars.

That sort of thing.

[pratful]

... I'm afraid you're still not making any sense. Of course I'd be willing to help out my men and a good king doesn't leave the nightly watch up to his men alone!

Everyone needs perspective.

[ sob he really doesn't get it. In his time, THESE ARE NORMAL THINGS ]

[sealegs]

Now that's an arousing mental image.

[pratful]

A--Arousing?

Miss, I do believe you may be a bit daft in the head. It's dull, tedious work, but someone has to do it. [ there's a reason knighthood requires a certain sense of honor. It's a thankless job, more often then not. ]

[sealegs]

And I'm sure your men really appreciate all your hard service.