Sharon stopped moving and turned back to the woman, diplomatic mask on but grim. She spoke lowly, to not attract attention from others.
"I cannot verify a direct correlation, but... where I came from, there was group called the Hellfire Club that had their fingers in many pies," she barely twitched. "Many good men and women died by their whim."
"Your name and picture, or someone similar to you, was on their roster."