Olixander eyed the pretty chosen one, Astrid, as she curtseyed and tittered something in an interesting accent he couldn’t quite place. He tipped his head at her, appreciative and amused as Ms. Hart asked for her permission to borrow the woman’s face and the prostitute accepted. He then watched keenly as the exchange took place and - albeit surprised - accepted the potion without much fuss. He supposed this kind of request was perhaps not so unusual or original as he’d first expected.

Tucking the vial into his inner coat pocket gratefully, Olixander grinned and shook his head just so at Ms. Hart. “I would love to,” he replied. You can’t even imagine… “However for the purposes of this endeavor it wouldn’t do to have lusting thoughts after this gorgeous specimen all evening.” He took Astrid’s hand gently and gave it a small kiss while winking at her.

“I do however appreciate your discretion.” He turned back respectfully towards Ms. Hart and tipped his head again. “Just add a note to my tab for your fees and I will ensure they are paid, timely.” He then made a show of pulling out his pocket-watch and checking the time. “I’m afraid I must dash, but you can expect the sum tonight.” Olixander grinned as he tucked it away again. “As always, it has been a great pleasure Ms. Hart.”

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