"Why do you assume I'm an expert about brothels?" Those words broke Lith's concentration, increasing Solus's burden.
"There's no need to be modest." The god of healing said. "We need strippers, dancers, and a lot of booze to throw a decent party. Or so I've heard, at least. You just point me in the right direction and I'll do the rest.
"I've already proven to you that I know how to keep a secret so your kinks are safe with me. I'm not one of those White Griffon gossipers who go around saying that you, Nalear, and Wanemyre had a thing that ended badly, leading to her rebellion."
Yet the long pause that followed as Manohar waited for some juicy details told Lith otherwise.
"This is going to be a damn long day." He sighed.
***
Lith almost called Tulion, Phloria's philandering brother, for advice but after calling Vastor to make sure that he agreed with Manohar's idea for his bachelor party, there was no need to.
