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WHO: Borjas
WHERE: A canal near the high temple
OPEN/CLOSED: Closed
WHEN: Night of Day 4

[Astra has a cleaned-out planter as a bucket and is using it to wash herself in the canal. No soap or anything, just rinsing herself. Very thoroughly. ]

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But not so fast. If it has value to you, then I want something for it.

Like what?

There's the question. What to ask from the man whose most valuable asset is me?

M'awful pretty.

[...!]

Oh, do you believe me now?

'bout me bein' lovely an' fair? I always knew that.

And here I thought it wasn't on the market.

You're chippin' away, I admit.

What is the exchange rate for unfettered truth in the house of Borja? A kiss? Your virtue?

[ snorts a bit ]

What virtue?

You tell me. What drives you to refrain from me?

[ a pause. he nearly just spits out another sarcastic comment, but ... well. we're being honest here, aren't we? ]

... Bein' Prime.

. . .Isn't that precisely why you shouldn't?

Refrain? Nah. Prime's gotta have a clear head. Can't show no bias.

A Courtesan can't show bias, either.

Right. Can't favor no one. Prime can't really do it neither.

Prime can do whatever he wants.

Sure. Technically.

[Vespera smiles, and steps closer to him. Coming into his space, slowly.]

Then if that is what you want, it shouldn't be a problem, should it?

[ sure does draw in a sharp breath at that ]

S'limits. I can't go riskin' our family jus' cause I can't keep my damn pants on.

I don't know if you've noticed, apart from our young Pierrot, we all want them off.

See? Can't have no treats unless'n I brought enough for everyone.

[he is still in his space. in fact, he lifts his hands, resting them on his chest, getting even closer.]

I don't have to brag.

[ another of those sharp breaths ]

I - uh - don't reckon you would, fella like me --

[shut up Bergen I'm kissing you.]