“So you worked here,” Ilapara says, dreading the answer. “Not in the way you’re probably thinking,” Tuk replies with an amused smile. “This isn’t just a brothel, you know. It’s a house of entertainment. There’s food, music, gambling. Sex, too, but for once I wasn’t on the menu. I ran errands, mostly. Served drinks. Spied on the patrons. Dealt with dangerous threats. Aram owes me more than a few favors for the work I did here.” Tuk pauses, hesitating. “And fine, maybe I did sleep with him, but that was a choice, not an expectation. I can see on your face you’re worried he took advantage of me,
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