*Ace*
Leaning against a wall in the socializing parlor, scotch in my hand, I'm bored. I came to the Fair and Spare, hoping to ease some of that boredom with a willing partner. Castor Softpaw has opened the club that caters to those in want of companionship, but what I'm truly looking for is an opportunity to forget the night Marguerite came into my bedchamber, stumbled, and fell against me.
All too often I wander through my residence, longing for a chance encounter with this intriguing she-wolf, but my efforts have proven fruitless. All too often when I ring for something to be brought to me, I hope she'll be the one who'll do the bringing, but I'm left to suffer the disappointment that courses through me when she isn't. However, I refuse to ask for her by name and have to deal with Per
