“Red-Zoned?” Thisbe repeated. “This…” Carlyle gaped up at the building’s side wall, rows of windows closed with drapes of damask and heavy velvet. “This is a brothel!” “Huh.” Her eyes grew wide. “I guess it is. Does this mean you can’t go in?” “The Emperor’s child frequents a brothel?” “Should I go on without you?” “The Emperor’s child who is still a minor frequents a brothel?”
