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As you get closer and closer to Spinster's Street, it occurs to you that you might be making trouble for yourself if you take the hand cart with you into Hortingea's after all. You have presented yourself as a freshly made maid, and while you had the money to afford the triple rush order of domestic dresses, at no point did you ever indicate that this was <span class="mu-i">your</span> money ... which might lead others to make the patently reasonable assumption that this money was your fictitious employer instead. Then you played into the whole 'out-of-her-depth-domestic-servant' without even really intending to by accepting that chemise. Your concern is how that image is going to hold up if you roll into their store with a cart loaded down with brand-new housewares and luxury goods.
Obviously, you have done your best to conceal the most valuable of your recent purchases, but even with this consideration, you are still hauling around a bountifully laden cart. Now, you could try to pass it all off as if your new Mistress and Master sent you out on your first day to do some shopping ... which on one hand, might raise some eyebrows, but on the other, is consistent with 'them' giving you the money to go out and commission your dresses yourself. Alternatively, you could just sidestep those pesky sorts of questions entirely, if you were able to find someplace before you got Hortingea's to stash the cart. If you could pull that off, it would simplify things a great deal, wouldn't it?
Any further consideration of this point is interrupted when you finally run out of near-desolate side streets and alleys to cut through, and find yourself forced to make your way out onto a distressingly crowded thoroughfare. Unfortunately, the only spot where you have enough room to comfortably pull your cart at the moment is through the gutter. Some consolation at least, that this is Cleanport. If this was Stickport ... Maker's Mercy, what a mess that would be. Well, at least you would be wearing the right sort of boots for it.
Blessedly, before you attract too much notice for traipsing through the unclean gutter like some manner of Leper, there is enough of an opening that you can actually make your way out onto the proper road. You continue to make your way towards Spinster's Street, all the time keeping one eye on the cart to make sure that none try to molest it, and the other on the gutter, to make sure that you don't wind up back in there. You look damned odd enough as it is on your own, you don't need to be seen dragging your body and your soul through filth out in public like that. Feeling a bit of a headache coming on, you return your attention to the question of when - and where - to stash the hand cart. The more you think about it, the more you want to get the cart situated before going to Hortingea's. Partly because you want to avoid questions if you can help it, and partly because you don't want them to think that you took advantage of them.
