The first meeting was a blast. Next meeting may be in the morning, and is still up for negotiation.
We did a prompt, which I am sharing:
Prompt--
A ne'er-do-well singer goes shopping in a whorehouse.
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The gilded doors swung shut behind him, his spurred foot steps clanking against the fancy wood of the floor. He smiled widely in a genteel fashion at all the girls lined up along the bannister above, all of them dressed in finery that displayed their bodily wares well. He tilted his broad rimmed hat to them all, and regarded the woman in charge.
His pockets were entirely empty of any kind of coinage, but the madam, a rather plump woman with ample cleavage and hair done up an a magnificent coif, didn't have to know that.
He approached her, and her overly painted lips thinned. "Well, sir." She said breathily. "See anything you like?"
"I don't rightly know.. They are all so lovely." He said, and sucked in his cheek."Got any ..ah.. free samples?"
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
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