“Mr. Mulligan! Goodness, it is our lucky day. I am Polly, the purveyor of the fine entertainment on this floor. Now, my love. Tell me, what are you in the mood for? I’ve got girls of every type and background. Young and old, experienced and not. You can have two or even three, if you wish. I’ve heard the rumors.” Rumors? Justine’s brain tripped on that word as she tried to make sense of it. Mulligan bedded multiple women . . . at a time? How did that even work? “Tempting,” he said with what sounded like polite disinterest. “However, we are here to ask you and your girls about someone. A man.
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