[Zafira's POV]
Hmm... he's marked the wrong one, Zafira thought as she caught the document flying through the air.
"What's that for?" Rael asked with a puzzled look.
"That might look like a scam, but it's not," she replied, flipping it over just to be sure. "Yep, it's a sex shop. Just leave it."
Rael's brows immediately furrowed in disbelief.
"Why would a sex shop need 50 million Trell from the palace...?" he muttered. "I get people have their own kinks, but why do we pay them?"
Pfft... he's so serious about this. Zafira held back a giggle as she maintained her poker face.
"Well, it's not only a sex shop, but also where we keep our shadows. People tend to speak when they're... you know, distracted," Zafira said with a shrug.
It was a bit crude, but it wasn't necessarily unsafe for the shadows. Before their deed even began, the shadows would lace their targets with a certain poison that would make them spill their secrets.
