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[gunpowdergelatine]

So, Milliways.

There is one couch by the fire that is particularly squashy, with precisely enough room for a loose-limbed long-legged dead lady to sprawl out along it: one foot propped on the armrest, one trailing on the floor, her head against the other arm and her spine curled into the angle it makes with the cushions. Comfy.

At present, she appears to be sleeping. She also appears to be wearing a pair of bright scarlet stockings and a tight black dress just barely long enough to prevent the bar getting a good look at her underwear. As it is, the wine-red lace at the tops of both stockings is very much visible, as are the snaps of three out of four garters.

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[tiltingwithlips]

"Good morrow--"

Lord? Lady? She'll go with the clothes, for now.

"--madam."

[gunpowdergelatine]

She giggles.

"Havin' a little trouble with that one, huh?"

[tiltingwithlips]

She raises her eyebrows. "Your pardon?"

[gunpowdergelatine]

She tucks one hand behind her head and gestures down at her body with the other.

"Nobody's ever really sure whether I'm a woman or a man in a dress."

[tiltingwithlips]

"And which art thou?"

Well, if they're going to be blunt about it, they might as well be blunt.

[gunpowdergelatine]

Her tongue touches her lips; she grins.

"Who says I have to pick one?"

[tiltingwithlips]

Kate blinks. "One cannot pick; one simply is."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"In that case—" She shrugs, tucking her other hand behind her head too. "What's it look like?"

[tiltingwithlips]

. . . Dubious Kate is dubious.

But she takes a seat opposite and replies, "Your garb proclaims you woman."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Go with that, then."

[tiltingwithlips]

"A very strange woman," she adds.

Strange being a word here that also means apparently open for business.

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Oh, definitely," she agrees.

[tiltingwithlips]

"Perhaps little stranger than the others hereabouts, though," she admits, half to herself.

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Mm, you got a point there," she admits.

[tiltingwithlips]

"Do all the -- ladies dress so, whither you come?"

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Nnnno," she says, as though she has to think about it. "Not exactly."

[tiltingwithlips]

She raises her eyebrows.

"Say on."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Sssome of 'em wear a lot less," she explains. "And some of 'em wear more. And some of 'em wear completely different things. Where I'm from, it's a lot like this place," she says, with a wave of her hand at the bar around them. "You get all kindsa people."