Brothels and Signets

The other woman's enthusiasm gave her a chuckle as she finally sank down into the other cot in the small room.  Their own room on the ship small, but at least they weren't in hammocks under the deck like their other, so these little talks were sending her over the hedge as Lyric continued.  "[color=#ff4136]Whore names hmm?  What like Violetta and Rosamund, they should be themed, make them believable, aye?[/color]"

She pulled her feet up onto the cot and tucked them under the edge of her travel duster, happy to have her feet out of her boots, especially on the ship.  She couldn't ground herself properly without feeling the deck below her feet.  She had spent a good portion of her youth on ships just like, and that had been spend barefoot.  "[color=#ff4136]Whatever story it is you come up with, make it easy to remember.  You have to be able to rattle it off convincingly even under a lot of stress.  I find sticking as close the truth as possible is the best way to go.[/color]"

Mariam leaned her head back against the wall, thinking about it.  "[color=#ff4136]I'll be a noble woman who gave up her title for a life of adventure and fell on hard times.[/color]"  It was the truth, she just hadn't figured she was down on her luck just yet, she was still running jobs with Gabe, traveling around together.  "[color=#ff4136]Figure that'll be a real selling point, everyone always wants to fuck over a noble, you know?[/color]"