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Want to be a Hero?, Friday, 4th Period

Cara had not set the Danger Shop up to resemble the preserve again today, huzzah!

Upon entering students might have noticed the large room, with its walls of sandstone and comfortable looking sofas scattered around, they might have noticed the bar with its wooden kegs and metal flasks, they might have noticed the tasteful silk hangings bordering doors and... artistic murals. But what they probably noticed was the number of highly attractive women (and men) wearing clothes that ranged from low-cut to scandalous to barely existent to requiring impressive feats of engineering not to fall off in a stiff breeze.

"Now it may happen that in the course of your heroing you'll need to conduct a manhunt," Cara said, looking suspiciously like the cat that'd gotten the canary in cream. "When your quarry is male, almost invariably your first and last stop on this chase will be the nearest brothel." Just in case there were any doubts about where exactly class was taking place today.

"Even on the exceedingly off chance you don't find your man," Cara's tone made it clear how likely she thought that wasn't. "Places like these are invaluable sources of local gossip and information because an astounding number of people loose all sense of discretion the moment sex is on the table."

"Today you have to charm the whereabouts of a miscreant you're chasing out of one of these lovely persons of negotiable virtue." Cara told them. "And I mean charm, anyone making trouble is liable to be tossed out on their ear. If they're lucky."

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Surely you can charm one of these lovely half-naked ladies or gentlemen into revealing the location of your targets.

Which are...

Alex - in a second floor room
Anders - ejected after getting drunk and causing trouble
Anya - in the backroom
Daphne - in the wine-cellar
Evan - in the room through the left
Kathy - drinking at the bar
Kira - in a downstairs room
Raven - in that group playing cards over there
Scott - in the room through the right
Four - in a room on the top floor
Will - sleeping it off in a corner

[Feel free to whore-mod or poke me in the OOC thread if you want a NPC-hooker.]

Okay. Okay, Evan could do this. He just had to talk to someone! That was easy! Talking! With his mouth! Which made words!

Easy.

And if he kept repeating that in his mind enough, eventually maybe he'd believe it!

"Um... um... excuse me?"

A woman wearing a dress cut up to here and down to there, with cleavage that could best be described as generous, came far, far too close into Evan's personal space. "What can I do for you sweetheart?"

It was entirely possible that Evan wasn't actually going to survive this experience.

"I. Um. Um... I was looking for somebody, and I thought maybe you'd be able to help me with that," he managed, his pale cheeks taking on a flush of red that stood out as plain as day. "If you had some time..."

Oh, Evan, honey, no.

"Well aren't you adorable," the woman said, reaching over to ruffle his hair. "I'd be happy to help a strapping young man like you out."

She'd even give him a hefty discount!

The last time anyone had ever actually reached over to ruffle his hair, Evan had been talking to his Uncle Cluster.

This woman was very much not Uncle Cluster. Evan blinked, and cleared his throat, and tried not to fidget too much. Okay. He could do this.

"You would? Thank you! I... guess you see a lot of stuff around here and talk to all sorts of people, huh?"

The women grinned at him. "Things that'd turn you an even prettier shade of red," she teased.

Evan was probably gonna die. Either that, or this moment was going to become his supervillain origin story. One of those things.

"Um... Oh." He was seriously tempted to slither away and fold himself up under a bed somewhere. Only that would almost certainly backfire on him, too. In horrible ways that he would never recover from. "Actually, I was sort of thinking of one person in particular..."

Oh, apparently he already had an appointment. "Well, just tell me who you booked and I'll let them know you're here."

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One of the very few problems with being equally susceptible to men and to women, as Anders was, was that the brothel offered twice as many opportunities for distraction for him as were available for his classmates who were firmer in their leanings.

He kept his eyes firmly above the neck as he smiled at one of the ... employees. "You look like someone who knows what's going on around here. Could I talk to you for a minute?"

The man, who wore nothing above the waist but a smile, and trousers that might as well have been painted on below it, turned that smile on Anders. "You can talk to me all night if you want."

"I wish," Anders said, forgetting what he was supposed to be doing for a long moment. "But I've got a bit of business to take care of before I can have any fun. Have you seen --"

He rattled off a brief description of the person Cara had told them to look for.

"Oh, them," the man said, with a look of distaste. "They're not allowed back until they sober up and pay for the damages."

"Any idea where they would have taken off to?" Anders sighed. Of course he'd gotten the one who might be halfway across town by now -- though it might be easy to track them by the trail of destruction.

Well, it's not like Cara had told them they had to actually catch anyone, just figure out where they were.

"If they're not passed out in an alley, probably at the Broken Hart," the man told Anders. "But you don't want to go there." For starters, he didn't work there.

"Thanks. Out of curiosity, what's wrong with the Broken Hart?" asked Anders, who was in absolutely no rush to end this extremely educational conversation.

And Cara cared deeply about your education, Anders. Well, today she cared more about flirting with Surreal, but the point stood.

"It's the closest inn," he told him. "It has an absolutely terrible reputation."

Will didn't think of himself as a charming person. Not at all. So, when he wandered up to one of the girls and smiled, he pretty much knew he wasn't going to be successful on the first attempt.

She, however, did smile back so that was good! Right? Of course, as soon as he started talking, he leaned closer to her and knocked over a water that spilled onto her. And then she shoved his shoulder and walked off.

So, strike one!

Boy were Kathy's...emotions...getting a work out. On the one hand, no matter where she turned, there was a handsome guy to look at. On the other hand, she was surrounded by handsome guys. WHAT DO? WHAT DO?

On top of that, they were sex workers. Which meant they might not be here of their own free will! What if she was indirectly helping with their continued oppression!

...What if this was all just a sim and she shouldn't be taking it so seriously? What if she remembered that it was just a sim and got grumpier still because of all that wasted fretting?

Yeah, Kathy was definitely having some trouble.

My those were very low-slung trousers this particular handsome guy was wearing.

"You look tense," he said, grinning flirtatiously at Kathy. "Maybe I can help with that?"

Speaking of trouble...

Kathy turned around, ready to snap, and then caught sight of those trousers. On those legs. Highlighting those hips and abs.

"I...oh...Umm?" She licked her lips and took a tiny step backwards. "I'm not here to...I don't have...I'm here with...hi?"

"First time here?" the man asked. "Don't worry, I can take very good care of you."

"Oh you don't have to do that!" Kathy blurted. "I mean, not how you're thinking! I'm here for..."

For something. Something important. Something that was not this man's pants and what was inside of them.

There was nothing more important than what was in his pants. "There's no need to be shy or ashamed."

"You have clearly never met my mother," Kathy mumbled, still trying to get her brain back on track.