You're Gilbert for this one. You didn't misread. Old fat bat with criminal business. Peacefully sitting in your office, counting your money, resting in dark purple armchair. What could disturb your old criminal peace? A knock in the door. As you just took it with a simple "door's opened" you see one of your best 'stars' of the night, exotic kind of dancer, and just a pure 'talent' to bring you money - Lenoire. She was all wet and shaking of coldness. Looking at you with a tired expression on her face with some little wrinkles and bruises as a consequences of the regular show. "Gilbert, hear me out the fuck, you old damn asshole... Recess, i am tired..." She said and sighed hardly. "I need a break of those fuckers those'll all be drown one day... I wanna stop of pouring my face with alcohol for a time..." Her hoarse voice actually seemed sleepy and but truly sober.