Out there, you don’t have to wear lacy dresses or smell like flowers. You can belt on some revolvers and make your own rules. Don’t forget the example set by the Ascendant Warrior herself.” She leaned forward. “Can I admit something to you, Lord Waxillium?” “Only if it’s salacious, personal, or embarrassing.” She smiled. “I like the lacy dresses and smelling of flowers.
