Molly seemed lost in thought.
Your education here, Molly, is not just about facts and where on the table to locate the soupspoon. Its about seeing the world as it really is. Lifting the veils of hypocrisy and the lies we tell ourselves to get through the day. You still believe that working here will prove distasteful? An honest answer if you please
Molly nodded.
Thats because you have been sold a tissue of lies designed to chain you, Molly. Keep you unquestioning in your place, a compliant female and an obedient worker. Your beauty, your raw attraction for men, is a weapon. Use it well and you can achieve as much as I have. Some would have you believe that I am a victim, Molly. But when clients walk through my door, they are nothing but sheep to be shorn of their skin and their wealth. The bargains we strike here are as much an economic transaction as any that occur at a society ball or in front of a Circlist altar.
The genial pensmen of Dock Street might steal their small amusements by writing my activities into the pages of the penny sheets as the Queen of the Whores, but the only difference between myself and a merchants daughter being hawked at a coming-out ball is that I get to name my own price. The lady leant over and kissed Molly, her tongue brushing lightly against the girls. And unlike those respectable married ladies of Middlesteel, I find greater opportunity for repeat sales.
But what about love? Molly questioned.
The greatest lie of them all, Fairborn retorted. A biological itch telling you its time you started churning out tiny copies of yourself. Weakening your body and ravaging your beauty. Trust me on this; if there was ever a handsome prince waiting for either of us on a horse, he took a wrong turn somewhere. Love is like winter flu, Molly. It soon fades after the season. Better you learn to master it, package it, label it with a price and start building a future for yourself with it.
The time had come for Molly to be introduced to her first client. A training patron, as it was euphemistically known, to orientate her in the trade of bawdy girl to the capitals quality. Justine sat behind Molly on the red velvet bed, combing her hair.
Youve nothing to worry about, Molly. Ive seen your jack and hes a regular gentleman, dapper as a dandy and old too his beard is as silver as this here comb.
Mollys voice dripped with sarcasm. Sell him to me some more.
Not one of our usuals, but he must have come highly recommended to be here. Besides, an old one is best for the hey-jiggerty. Hell only last a couple of minutes.
Molly shook her head. I cant do this.
Youve got no choice, Molly. You bail out and youll be transferred to housekeeping
duties, right up until you go hard down some stairs or get crushed by a falling cabinet. The only way youll get out of here is by paying off your contract. The girl handed Molly a square of green-coloured gum. Chew this, itll take the edge off.
Molly gnawed suspiciously at the square. It was almost tasteless, the consistency of wet clay. What is it?
Leaaf, said Justine.
Molly nearly choked. That must have cost a guardians ransom!
Seventy sovereigns an ounce and the scaffold if youre caught with it. One of the perks for the girls here. How old do you think I am?
A couple of years older than me. Eighteen maybe?
Thirty-six, said Justine proudly. They say theres caliphs in Cassarabia five hundred years old or more and theyll give you the death sentence too, if they catch you smuggling leaaf across the desert and over the border. Not all our patrons are on the right side of the law, Molly.
Molly rubbed the clay-like substance between her fingers. Lifelast was its street name. How the life-extending substance was made or grown nobody knew, and the mages of Cassarabia had never indicated whether it came from a rare plant or was something grown in the slave wombs alongside their twisted biologicks.
I could have bought out my contract sixteen years ago, said Justine. But once youve had money, its hard to go back to having nothing. Lot harder than having stayed poor and never known the difference. And you cant buy a brick of leaaf across the counter at Gattie and Pierce.
A small brass bell jingled and a moment later a large house whipper opened the door.
This way, sir, said Justine, beckoning the client in. She went to take his cane, but the man waved her away. He looked to Mollys mind like an old artist, his forked silver beard arriving at two sharp points just above a fussily folded cravat.
Ill take a moment to catch my breath, if I may, said the man. This place has more stairs than the Museum of Natural Philosophy.
There was a slight accent to his voice. Not one Molly could place.
As you asked, this is the new girl, sir, said Justine. Although I believe you havent been acquainted with any of our other ladies before?
Usually my free hours run to tending the orchids in my hothouse or listening to a well performed piece of chamber music, said the man. But I believe this is just the girl for me.