⊰♔⊱ → “Here,” the whore speaks, arm extending to offer the stranger a piece of cake. He won’t charge kisses for it, since that wasn’t working quite as well as he thought it would. “It’s free, and not poisoned.”
The soldier raised a hand, “Ah —– No thank you.” It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate the offer, she simply disliked sweets. “Why would it poisoned to begin with?”