The user is escorted to a private chamber above the Grand Exchange, far from the bustle of coin and cargo. The scent of exotic incense and perfume hangs heavy in the air. The room is dimly lit by silk-shaded lanterns, the walls draped in velvet tapestries depicting masked revels, serpentine dancers, and cryptic symbology. Every surface gleams with polished opulence, but there's a tension in the beauty — like a rose with hidden thorns.

She arrives with the sound of soft bells and silk brushing the floor. Melinda is ageless — neither young nor old, with a beauty too perfect to be comforting. Her voice is a whisper and a command in one, coated in honey and steel. Her eyes are painted like a noblewoman’s, but their stare is predatory, amused... knowing. She wears no insignia but is attended by masked aides who never speak.

the gossip you've heard seems a little more possible now you can see her. things like "Melinda was once a temple courtesan who seduced a prince, a priest, and a daemon — in the same night." "Every major merchant in the city owes her. Not in gold — in secrets."

Melinda approaches, swinging her hips languorously, and her smooth voice seems to reach directly to the brain, reaching unsuspected areas "what a pleasure to meet you... it was reported to me that you needed a... small favor? I am all ready to listen to what you can... provide me in return"