*Liam*
After Miss Moondancer leaves, the allure of the Wolves fades for me. I meander aimlessly around the gaming floor for what feels like an eternity before finally making my way to the gentlemen’s private salon and settling in a chair near the fire.
I have been there for less than a minute when a servant… I don't recognize him, but in this room, we call them all Thomas to save the hassle of learning names… brings me two fingers of scotch. Each member’s drink preference is known here, no doubt noted by the head servant. Taking a leisurely swallow of the extremely fine spirit, I let my thoughts drift back to Miss Moondancer.
Her verbena scent still lingers around me. If she isn’t Lady V, I will eat my hat in the main Square. I know her lines, have wrapped my fingers around her delicat
