you can hear 'em like a ghost

i can make the badguys good for a weekend

"Danta, this is incredible." The blonde gushed as the heavy doors were pushed open and the Dusklight's warm and garnet interior was revealed. Looking around with her mouth agape as if unable to take it all in at once—and honestly, for someone who missed 500+ years of advancements, the Dusklight was more than just impressive—the blonde nevertheless followed the Maverick toward the bar. Reaching for the seat and having to hop herself onto it, Charlie looked from far away like a child who had inadvertently wandered it. "Well, I'd love to be able to agree with you first hand. Are there many brothels around?"

Looking at the glittering bottles and recognizing very few of the particular brands on display, Charlie just shrugged. "Whatever you like best!" She said to the bartender, who, despite preferring topshelf vodkas, offered Charlie a stiff Shirley Temple which she accepted with a bright smile. "So no one uses dogs anymore?" She wonders before expertly corraling her straw with her tongue and taking a sip. "We just used to use fyrhunds." Still, it was good to know.

"Yeah, I absolutely hate it." The blonde says, though given her temperament, even her smile looked like a frown. "A..ball?" Blinking her large blue eyes, Charlie gives her head a little shake. "Like a sacrament?"

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