Lady Elara and her personal maid left the exceptional strawberries' room and made their way through the crowded brothel full of masked nobles and aspiring prostitutes. Rosa deliberately dragged her feet, ensuring her plan would continue as she intended.
"...My Lady," Roxan got closer to Rosa's ear and whispered, "I can hide the bottle for you. It must be really uncomfortable for you right now!"
Rosa had hidden the bottle where Vivienne had placed it during her ghastly display with the Marquess in her manor. But that location was also a part of her grand plan.
"Roxan."
The maid flinched when Rosa stopped. "Yes, my Lady?"
"Very soon, someone will stop us. Most likely, a real prostitute."
"Yes, I remember what you said." Roxan sounded unconvinced.
"WAIT!" came the awaited shout of a woman from behind.
"My Lady," Roxan's eyes watered and she looked at Rosa as if she were someone sacred. "Do you have knowledge of the future?"
