when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives
"It is certainly a special place," Finn agrees, his blue eyes flicking up to Amelia as she arrives with tea and shortbread; he is surprised when Maeve pours him a cup as well, offering a gentle smile of thanks. Finn forgoes both cream and sugar in his own tea, usually. But he is not Finn in this moment, and so he indulges in both, following Maeve's lead and taking a sip of the hot brew. It warms his belly from the rain, and perhaps from other things too.
He does not expect it to be quite as easy as it is, but again he is reminded that this place is blessed by Frey. The madame does not likely have to try hard to get workers, especially good ones. His questions, then, are of the practical sort. "Does the establishment have any hard limits - things that are unpermitted for callers to do, for instance? Are we to operate out of our own rooms, or is it a case where we go wherever is available?"
Taking another sip of tea, he glances up to Maeve. "I am most accustomed to servicing men, though of course I am able to provide for callers of all genders. As for payment, my previous work operated out of favours. Is that different here?"
He does not expect it to be quite as easy as it is, but again he is reminded that this place is blessed by Frey. The madame does not likely have to try hard to get workers, especially good ones. His questions, then, are of the practical sort. "Does the establishment have any hard limits - things that are unpermitted for callers to do, for instance? Are we to operate out of our own rooms, or is it a case where we go wherever is available?"
Taking another sip of tea, he glances up to Maeve. "I am most accustomed to servicing men, though of course I am able to provide for callers of all genders. As for payment, my previous work operated out of favours. Is that different here?"
Finn?
