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"I think you'll find, Mr. Qwist, that at Faraday's we have girl's of every variety, to appeal to every taste, who'll indulge in your darkest desires--If the price is right." --Mrs. Faraday to Mr. Qwist
They call it "trickling down". It's a term usually reserved for discussions of finance in terms of the prosperity of the wealthy raining down on the lower classes. But in Mansfordshire, when the blood trail of murder stains the linens of the wealthy, the dirty laundry of the posh westend society comes out in the wash of the lower class eastend.
But some sins don't wash away. They mark the skin like scars and are held in secret. Secrets are often told in careless whispers to strange bedfellows. And strange bedfellows are Mrs. Faraday's stock and trade.
The city of Mansfordshire is caught in an abyss of fear after a series of brutally violent "mangling" murders. And violence has no more perfect partnership then sex. As the proprietor of "Faraday's" brothel, Ms. Faraday's catering to the carnal appetites of men, both upper class, lower class, and possibly even "murders", is the thread that entangles her in the Mangler murders web of intrigue. But blood money spends like all the rest when you're on the game. And Mrs. Faraday knows how to play the game.
Sex and violence. Where you find one you'll always find the other. And Mrs. Faraday will be there to collect the bill.
Our journey through the rogue's gallery concluded with a bit of a far eastern flavor with the inscrutably deadly asian "business man" known only as The Emperor.
