She let her head toss back as she laughed, cascades of blonde hair tumbling around her bare shoulders. Her own tastes definitely ran more to pirates than to princes, her history spoke to that, the man with whom she had abandoned her comfortable life in Baltimore had been much more of a pirate than a prince. It explained why the indomitable Long Rose had remained seated in the lap of one of her patrons.

She still wasn’t sure yet if he was making a play for her favours in earnest or trying to impress his companions by aiming for the hardest mark in the place – the only favours that could not be bought. ’Pirates, like working women are only as good as their last mark.’ she cheekily bopped his nose with the tip of her finger, she dropped her voice a little so his companions would not hear her over the noise of the hall ’If the pirate is only interested in sticking his sword, I can recommend many a place that would be free and easy…well not free.’, her eyebrow rose as she smiled at him, her most pleasant mix of house mistress and minx. Camille preened on the edge of the table, looking for her evenings work.

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