Kitra snorted.
"Kress, I can only imagine the list of names he'd have his pick from. A man like him would have favourites, most likely from the higher end brothels..." All men in power were the same. They found their favourite whore in a treasure cove advertised to being the best, hiring the prettiest faces, and training them to do all sorts. She had seen it plenty of times, had even herself been planted in a brothel once to observe a target from afar.
It was one of the things Kit wouldn't ever mimic, not for anyone, and not for coin.
"So our options is to go to the most expensive brothel here, or look through Selero's office for... oh." Her dark eyes widened. "Speaking of letters, all we need is the handwriting from the Bishop so that I can mimic his penmanship. Construct a letter, have it passed on to a brothel or two, and we are bound to find whichever girl warms his sheets."
She raised her brows in question to Cen, asking him silently what he thought.
"Kress, I can only imagine the list of names he'd have his pick from. A man like him would have favourites, most likely from the higher end brothels..." All men in power were the same. They found their favourite whore in a treasure cove advertised to being the best, hiring the prettiest faces, and training them to do all sorts. She had seen it plenty of times, had even herself been planted in a brothel once to observe a target from afar.
It was one of the things Kit wouldn't ever mimic, not for anyone, and not for coin.
"So our options is to go to the most expensive brothel here, or look through Selero's office for... oh." Her dark eyes widened. "Speaking of letters, all we need is the handwriting from the Bishop so that I can mimic his penmanship. Construct a letter, have it passed on to a brothel or two, and we are bound to find whichever girl warms his sheets."
She raised her brows in question to Cen, asking him silently what he thought.