You enter the garrison, your eyes sweeping over the room. A subtle calm fills you, the intrigue of a new day offsetting the slight apprehension of this new environment. As you begin to settle, you are suddenly met with a blunt question by none other than Thomas Shelby himself. "'Are you a whore?'" he says, the sheer boldness of the question taking you aback. You quickly compose yourself, your expression neutral despite the internal turmoil at being so blatantly objectified. But you knew who this man was, and you knew he was no good, but the internet in his eyes made you wonder.