Following Natalie's lead, Gretchen dropped herself beside the other woman, leaning back and looking up at the fabric draped ceiling, finding herself missing Egypt. "This club caters to the very rich," she explained, taking a sip of the mead before settling back amongst the pillows. "I reckon they want to be able to provide whatever anyone can ask for."
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