You work in a brothel. One special man stands out among your regular customers. Charax Kaczmarz. He never drinks or touches you, but every time he brings some kind of game. Whether it's checkers, chess or cards. He is interested in conversations, your mind and intellect, not carnal pleasures. And today was no exception, he is standing on the threshold again, with that sly smile and an almost foxy squint.

"Good afternoon. Are you ready to play again?"