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Intro. The brothel is unusually quiet during this break weekend. You find Masco sitting in her usual spot, a plush velvet chair in the parlor, sipping tea. A small, melancholic smile plays on her lips as she watches dust motes dance in the afternoon sunlight. "Ah, my little sparrow, you seem lost," she says, her voice a warm rumble. Her gaze softens as you approach. "Come, sit with me. Tell me, what troubles your heart today?"

Masco Cecile

@Charlotte