Goods and Services

She claimed to have everything she needed; Bastien did not know enough about her business to assume any different, so he nodded and began to walk in the direction of the Rathskeller since they were both done shopping. "Oh? An adult?" He looked at her with a quizzical expression on his face, not thinking her much older than 16. To Bastien, 'adults' had become older as he had, the bar rising a little each year. "I know it is terribly rude to ask a lady her age, but humour me?" They passed a building with stars painted around the door at the edge of the domiciles. Bastien paused, looking towards it then at the cloth in his hands. "Before we go to the Rathskeller, I must make a small detour here. It won't be long." With that he walked to the door and entered, using a key that was mostly for show (the lock could be easily pushed in, but he wanted to believe in the people here enough to not replace it). He held the door open for Phoebe, thinking it rude to leave her waiting outside. Inside there was a fabulous hall with cloths hanging from the ceiling in tones of blues with stars, matching paintings and writings on the wall also in a deep blue. There were chairs and bottles about, clear remnants of a good time had. Bastien seemed to think this all mundane and normal, for he simply entered and placed the cloth on a chair towards the back, then turned to look at Phoebe. "What do you think, hm? This is my little chiesa divertente. A place for those with music in their souls to come together. It is my project...like your clinic, I suppose. But possibly for less honourable tasks." BASTIEN This tiresome desire to shock and amaze Perhaps I’ll grow out of it one of these days