9th

[fuelefficient]

[Today is that joyous day. The day where new businesses are formed and the economy is strengthened all that much.

Useless text aside, there's a druggie (Netherlands) in Japan's front yard and beside him is...well, Japan. They're both sitting at a table displaying a lovely sign.]

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[silvestris_mage]

[Daine will stop. And stare.

What.]

What?

[fuelefficient]

Do you have a question or...?

[windmill]

Are you interested in working for a pervert club?

[silvestris_mage]

[Daine's confused. Stop using your fancy modern language.]

What's that?

[fuelefficient]

[Just...giving up. let'er rip, Netherlands.]

[windmill]

[have I finally broken your spirit?]

Cute girls dress up in costumes so that perverted guys can get their rocks off staring at 'em. Also-- panty shots. And I'll sell you MJ if you want it.

[silvestris_mage]

[Daine doesn't really get the costume part- or the "get their rocks off" part- but she understands what you're doing all the same. Something about the tone, perhaps? She's not disgusted as much as "oh wow took Mayfield long enough, Tortall has plenty of them."]

So...you're running a pleasure house?

[fuelefficient]

[taking a deep breath]

Netherlands-san is exaggerating. This is a legitimate establishment that follows all local laws.

[windmill]

Yeah, a pleasure house!

[silvestris_mage]

Why didn't you say so in the first place?

Well, if it's one like the Rouge would run, I s'pose I'd be interested. As long as it's not one that's got a fair likeness to a brothel or anything.

[fuelefficient]

Rouge?