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[virginprice]

[Alcuin is sitting at his console with a thoughtful look on his face. It's been long enough that he's settled in and now he has concerns beyond the absolutely necessary- and the money to take care of them.]

Are there any in the city who have a marquist's skill? The circumstances of my arrival left my marque in need of tending, and I now have the coin to pay for it- if none of those who have been brought here know it, I will look among the kedan, but I thought I would try my fellow exiles to begin with.

[He smiles.] If you know of anyone, pray tell me. I would be grateful indeed.

Comments

[virginprice]

It is as you say, but there is nothing crude about the service of Naamah.

[tangentdarko]

Then why did you say it's crude?

Are there a lot of you? Do you all have sex with Nama or with customers or how does that even work?

[virginprice]

Prostitute is a crude term. Courtesan or servant of Naamah is better.

Yes, there are many of us. Naamah is a goddess, and no longer present on the earth. We take patrons.

[tangentdarko]

It doesn't really matter what you call it. It's still the same thing.

So why are you a courtesan for some chick who doesn't exist anymore? Do you get paid more?

[Tact. Donnie forgot it somewhere.]

[virginprice]

[Wow. Alcuin is actively unimpressed, which takes quite a bit of doing.]

It is a sacred calling. Naamah sold her body to buy food for Blessed Elua when he went hungry, and her servants honour her and the expression of desire by doing likewise.

[tangentdarko]

Oh.

[Okay whatever, sex is pretty awesome.]

That's cool.