"Who doesn't like things spiced up a little bit?" Gemma asked, amused. Oh, she knew all about Romilda's side business - she knew women from her own past who were still in that business, and kept her apprised of the goings on along Monument Alley. Her own business, she didn't know if Vane was a fan of crup fighting, and if she'd ever needed anything to be acquired under the table, then she hadn't been directed Gemma's way yet. With Knockturn gone, it was more important than ever that the right people be directed by other right people, all so the DMLE didn't get wind of what was really happening.
"Well, I don't know if I'm the best salon - just one of them," she said with obviously false humility. "But contacts come in all shapes and sizes. Plus, it's good to know who's around, how they're doing, and if any of them might become competition."
She made a shamelessly long look up Romilda's body, from shoes to skirt to blouse. "Not to mention the delicious treats."