Rose & Raven & Open
Well. It wasn't like everyone in the town didn't know who Rose and her entourage of a dozen fellow ladies were. The ladies were all dressed very brightly (save for Raven, who rarely ever dressed in the vibrant attire of the other women) with stains on their lips and their cheeks. Girls of all different sizes and colours, some who liked to gamble too much, some who loked to dance, some who liked to drink too much and some who were incredibly old at coaxing men to drink too much. Which was why these ladies were welcome in a Saloon of this repute; they helped business.
Rose knew that because of some of the more prudish types, like that Queen that sat on that damn throne in that stupid island who told women they should only enjoy it for one purpose, those in her profession were both looked down upon and regarded with... jealousy. They were free to act how they wanted around men while other supposedly respectable women had to be seen and not heard. And this is why men liked to tell their secrets to them; or at least this was her theory.
After stopping at the bar to open a tab for the girls, she strolled over to a settee and stretched out on it, pulling out a package of Turkish cigarettes (used for the fancier occasions when a rolled cigarette wouldn't do). She looked over to Raven. "I probably shouldn't have sent Felicia to the Wayne estate. She's likely to come back with something shiny and valuable that she'll just have to sneak back in later."