(D7 LA) A Rose by Another Name

[Jynessa Tremaine]

"I do not wish to bed her nor sleep with her. I wish to know more about her." She lied back in her seat and shrugged. "How old is your Shana?"

[Eutimio]

"Lady, it's your coin," Eutimio answered. "Twenties, maybe older?"

[Jynessa Tremaine]

"Twenties, hm? I was thinking of somebody older." She took a sip from the wine and then sighed. "I suppose I do prefer them my age, though."

[Eutimio]

"Most of the girls here are under twenty. Would you like one of them?"

[Jynessa Tremaine]

"That will do then." She kept the drink to her lips but refrained from drinking for the time being.

[Eutimio]

"Very well," Eutimio got to his feet and exited, taking his goblet with him.

[Arianne]

After some time, a girl, no more than a year or two older than Jynessa, swept into the room. She wore the casually draped dress favoured by King's Landing whores in warm burnt orange. The girl went straight to the sideboard and poured herself a drink. Turning, she looked the noble lady up and down, "I'm Arianne."

[Jynessa Tremaine]

"You are far less enthusiastic than the man I just saw," she said with a shrug, "I will ask you the same thing I asked him: do you know of Shana Crane?"

[Arianne]

"Let's say I was warned before I came in. I don't know what to tell you that Eutimio didn't. The only Shana I know is no Crane. She's just another whore like the rest of us." Arianne took a delicate sip of wine.

[Jynessa Tremaine]

The guest let out a sigh. "Maybe another question: what is the oldest whore you have here, then? She could easily be using another name."