don't mix business with pleasure

I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see

It's true the Madame didn't know his exact tastes, but perhaps in time she can learn what exactly he likes. Maeve pushes into his quarters, skirt swishing around her legs as she closes the door with a soft click, casting him a glance over her shoulder. "Maybe I did. I take all of my meetings seriously, Captain. That's something you've yet to learn about me." She replies coyly, shrugging slender shoulders as her seaglass gaze shines with mischief. With ease she breezes towards the open chair across from him, sinking into it and lounging, crossing her legs lightly. While Maeve's overall nature was light and breezy, falling into the roll of doting courtesan as if it was second nature, she takes her job very seriously. Even more seriously now that the Halenani is under her care.

"I have a few things on my mind. Specifically a business arrangement. As everyone in Torchline is aware, you're the best when it comes to getting things. Not just the more exotic items. Although, you're definitely skilled in that." Maeve starts with a hum, keeping her voice sweet and casual, an air of nonchalance about her that's been mastered over years. "I'm sure you're aware that the Halenani has come into my possession and we're currently in the process of rebuilding. I'd for you to be our main supplier of goods. In turn you'd have a place to conduct business in my establishment should you want it. Among other things."

They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry

Maeve