Sharilla had just reached sixteen and was also quite a pretty girl. That, in combination with an amiable disposition, meant she was deemed a considera...ble catch in the marriage stakes. However she had so far spurned all suitors and that was causing one or two busybodies to speculate about her.Phyllendra was a plain girl and quite dour and taciturn but, on the rare occasions she did speak, I found her points to be salient and perceptive. She was seventeen and unmarried, and rated an unattractive. ‘A lot must have happened in the last ten days.’ The crone closed her eyes. ‘Don’t be alarmed, I’m going to see if I can make it tell me.’ Valo reached over and grabbed hold of Brevila’s hands with one of his. He had been looking for comfort, but the way she squeezed his hand it seemed she had an even greater need than he. So, he let her maul his hand and held his breath not to whimper from it. ‘Oh, Lei, you silly moth,’ said the crone, shaking her head. Brevila gasped. ‘She’ll be fine,’. Our characters have each come from their particular reality to kick back, enjoy a fine drink, and tell tall tale with their peers in a relaxed and cordial atmosphere. We are also all upper crust degenerates of the highest order who enjoy nothing more than a good story of ribald debauchery.To allow the maximum possible range of amazing tales our particular club will be inter-dimensional. Each of us will be human and have come from some version of Earth. While you come from Earth it could be a. .. hands off their parishioners."She thought bitterly, 'So I am to be the church's harlot, instead of a public one. Some choice.'"I think we could make your life here comfortable, and we anticipate no more than three or four visitors a week. In the stews of Mountgomery Street you would be visited many times every day, by all sorts of undesirables. Of course, I shall still have my needs, and the Bishop will call occasionally. If that course of action is agreeable, you would be provided with.