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Sinric comes into the main bar, his eyes lowered in thought. He speaks softly to the bar and is given a large package wrapped in linen, a small make-up case and a cup of sweet wine. He trades it for a letter, bound carefully in twine.
He moves to the bathrooms and returns dressed in a wafting silk wrap skirt, a heavy golden belt and a wide net collar of gold and precious jewels over his naked chest.
He no-longer looks as pretty and joyful as he did when he arrived in this costume. He sits at the bench with the make-up box, carefully powdering over the shadows under his eyes.
That done, he will go but not before he is sure no-one will see that he has been away.
He moves to the bathrooms and returns dressed in a wafting silk wrap skirt, a heavy golden belt and a wide net collar of gold and precious jewels over his naked chest.
He no-longer looks as pretty and joyful as he did when he arrived in this costume. He sits at the bench with the make-up box, carefully powdering over the shadows under his eyes.
That done, he will go but not before he is sure no-one will see that he has been away.