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You cannot think about this stuff now. You have to keep moving.
But before you can do that, you need to change. In a matter of minutes, you are going to be sneaking around, possibly even climbing – a prospect that you are not looking forward to with your battered and bruised arms. Of course, your life is effectively at stake here … and while your dignity may already have been forfeit by pretending to be a prostitute, it –
Suddenly you notice the window, a slit, scarcely wider than your arm. There is absolutely no way that you – or anyone else – could ever hope to squeeze out of that. If you get cornered in here … Maker’s Mercy, did he place you in this room specifically? With your skin positively crawling, your hands fly as you undress yourself as quickly as possible, intending on getting out of this room as soon as you possibly can. But as fast as you move, you are thinking even faster. What happens if you get cornered in here? How are you going to get the cart out of the public house without him seeing you leave? Have you walked into a trap after all? Losing your nerve for just a second, you rush to the door, to check to make sure that you have not been locked in here.
When the handle moves freely, and you can open the door without issue, you actually shudder in relief. Still, there is no reason to tarry here. You finish getting your dress off of you, then you look down your legs at your Oilers. Considering just how much noise those things make, you decide that you would be better off wearing the used footwraps. You never actually intended to wear them, but with the way your luck is running black lately, if you were to go barefoot, you would probably manage to get fraying gangrene from a splinter. It takes a little bit of doing to get them out of the cart … and substantially more than a little bit of doing to get them to stay on your feet. All your life, you have worn boots with stockings or serbula without. Eventually though, using the existing creases, you are eventually able to approximate the proper folds. As you tuck your stockings inside of your Oilers, you quietly pray that your folds – and the wraps themselves – hold up long enough for you to conclude your business in this den of iniquity.
Spooked as you are by the prospect of getting stuck in here, arming yourself is no longer a question. You will take your knives, of course, but If this does come down to a life and death situation, and there is a fight between you and one – or worse, both of the men … no, you just are not comfortable or confident enough to bet everything on your pair of pin-stilettoes carrying the day. After all, your experience with blades begins and ends with chirurgery, and what’s more, these are <span class="mu-i">folding</span> knives. With that in mind, you definitely are going to be taking the wand with you. Hopefully you don’t have to turn it on anyone.
