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[3rdtimelucky]

Goldy is working in the brothel this afternoon... in as much as she has a shift.

As is customary when she has a solo slot, she's tweaked the music to something a bit less plinky-plonky—Morcheeba, to be specific—and extinguished all the incense. She's not dressed particularly glamorously either—suede ankle boots, jeans and a sky blue Bouclé

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[a_lioness]

Alanna has never been to the brothel -- this will undoubtedly surprise no one -- and is more than a little wide-eyed when she enters. Looking around, she enjoys a private laugh at the thought that she is probably the first pregnant woman to be here. Perhaps Lilly should keep her on as a warning to the whores: look what might happen if you don't take precautions!

She clears her throat.

"Goldy?"

[3rdtimelucky]

"...Hi."

Alanna's eyes aren't the only wide ones. She is one of the last people Goldy ever expected to drop by here. Especially in her current state. The Fable looks a bit stunned, though amusedly so.

"Wow. I know sex drive increases in late pregnancy, but you must be desperate to be coming here," she notes with a well-meaning laugh. "Give me a second, and I'll see what I can do in terms of third tri-mester discounts."

[a_lioness]

Alanna certainly abhors being predictable, but this is a little much, even for her. Squeaking, she holds out both hands as if to ward off evil and shakes her head quickly.

"No! I'm not- Er, the first part might be true, but I'm not here for that! Oh, Goddess."

All she can do is laugh.

[3rdtimelucky]

"I'm joking, of course."

"We don't do pregnant discounts here."

She looks frightfully serious for a few seconds, then breaks down into merry laughter as well. She moves out of her lazy recline and pats the newly freed couch seats invitingly.

"Come on. Take a load off and tell me what I can do for you. Not that it isn't lovely to see you up here, but there just has to be an ulterior motive for your presence."