PHOEBE
Phoebe flinched, holding her breath as the trinket began to fall...only to stop midair by some magical force. Telekinesis was Amanda's power then. She sighed, glad it didn't break but nearly fumbled it when it was tossed to her suddenly. Apparently a heart attack was what Amanda was after.
"By reminding people that it is respectable." she said, setting the trinket back on its shelf. "You pay a carpenter for woodwork. That's respectable. You pay a maid to clean. That's respectable. And you pay a prostitute for sex. That's respectable too - so you treat it respectably. My brothel was clean, my prostitutes well kept, and my clients knew any disrespect would be met with the door."
"By reminding people that it is respectable." she said, setting the trinket back on its shelf. "You pay a carpenter for woodwork. That's respectable. You pay a maid to clean. That's respectable. And you pay a prostitute for sex. That's respectable too - so you treat it respectably. My brothel was clean, my prostitutes well kept, and my clients knew any disrespect would be met with the door."
You thought you'd watch me fade away
When you broke me into pieces
But I gave I gave each piece a name
