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"Only if you want to!" she said, waving her hands back and forth. "I would never force you to do something you don't want to do." she said, blushing somewhat. She was doing that a lot more now, and she couldn't quite tell why.

El smiled lightly. "I'd love to." She replied, ducking in a little curtsey to Anna, smiling at the taller woman. "Shall we?" She held out her arm to link elbows with the other woman, blue eyes alight as she looked over at her.

Anna took her arm, hiding her face for it had fully warmed now. "Yes, let's." she said through her calloused hand, looking about the streets to make sure they were safe before leading the way to a surprisingly well-kept establishment just a little down the street.

Elanor walked beside her, her sword hilted at her side. It drew some odd looks from those who thought women shouldn't wield weapons, especially men, who narrowed their eyes at this blond slip of a girl with the sword at her side.

Anna pushed open the doors, and led Elanor into the dimly lit room, where scantily-clad men and women alike were serving drinks to patrons, dancing on the stage, and chatting up customers before taking them to back rooms in a professional yet very obvious manner. "Don't worry, you won't get harassed here. Boston's clients are very professional about these sorts of things, and they'll treat you well. They… know I made a bet with Boston, and while it wouldn't do well for my reputation to be seen here I suppose fulfilling this promise wouldn't hurt."

Then, she realized her folly. "Oh god, I just pulled you into Boston's bar without thinking through the consequences of my actions, and I've probably scarred you for life. Um, please don't hate me?" she said quickly, ashamedly.

Elanor's brows had crawled up slightly when they entered, and she took a moment to collect herself before replying. "I…" She cleared her throat. "It's fine." She said. Her father was probably rolling in his grave at this, but then, he probably rolled in his grave about everything she had done in the past few weeks. "I could never hate you."

"Alright. We can leave if you want t-" but Boston had already spotted the two, and was now approaching. "Darlings! How are you, El?" she said, slinking over in her dress, ripped to show off nearly all of her legs, but longer in the back so that it swept the floor, and made both to reveal, and also to imply the imminence of revelation. "I'm so glad you could make it, Anna. You know how I love seeing your shining face."

El gave a quick smile. "I'm, uhm, fine, thanks." She said, seeming just a little bit awkward but doing her best to keep from showing it or offending Boston. As a result, El seemed ill-at-ease, but only in an awkward way, not in an offensive, rather-be-anywhere-else way.

"Oh, dear. You don't have to pretend this doesn't provoke you at least a little." she said to El, but it wasn't trying to be seductive or an innuendo or anything. She was really just trying to communicate that she cared about Elanor's needs, and would let her leave if needed. "Anna, I'm just about to start my show, do you mind helping Esther? She's got a sprain and still insists on going on tonight. Sorry if this is so impromptu, Elanor can come to the back if she needs to rest too."

El gave a faint smile. "It's, ah, fine. I'm just…not used to things like this." She gestured vaguely to the room, taking a deep breath and adjusting her sword belt, just for something to do with her hands.

"Oh hon, I'll show you the ropes. Just don't touch anything or anyone without asking first, and you should be fine." she smiled, leading Anna aside and beckoning for Elanor to follow.

Elanor nodded slightly, and following Boston and Anna through the room, quiet as she took in everything. She gradually began to get used to everything, not questioning what was happening, just kind of letting it go.

One of the dancers gave El a friendly, chaste wave, and gestured for his troupe to step off of the stage and head to the back. A woman was sitting on a bench where two women in heavy overcoats were trying to convince her of something, probably to not dance as it was clear her leg and foot had swollen beyond even fitting her shoes. Anna immediately went to tend to her. "Esther, that's no sprain, that's a break. Here, let me fix this up…" she said, taking the medical kit Boston always kept in the club out and began to work on the wound.

"So, what do you think? Probably not all good things, but I'm hoping you won't be too judgmental of my little show here." she chuckled to Elanor.

Elanor returned the wave, then looked at Boston. "Hm? Oh, uhm, I…it's certainly different than anywhere else I've ever been." She said slowly. "I…haven't quite formed an opinion beyond that, though." She laughed a little, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Oh, you're sweeter than sugar dear. Listen, I'll tell you what. I noticed you have a pretty handy sword there, my girls would'a stepped in had you not pulled that out and used it to completely demolish those two Dorsol brothers. We've been trying to do for weeks what you managed to do in one night! I didn't know they'd be so scared of a puny little Danish girl but here we are!" she chuckled. "Anyways, I need a few favors, a few people put in their place. There's this gang that's been harassing my girls, and while we've been doing as best we could, it hasn't been going smoothly. You see where I'm going with this?" Boston asked.

"Stop trying to recruit my patients for nefarious purposes! I won't have murder on her record!" Anna called, as she worked on setting and wrapping up Esther's leg.

El blinked at Anna's words. Technically, she already had murder on her record. Two counts of it, actually, unless you counted what she had done to Rosencratz and Guildenstern. She didn't, seeing as how they had been going to do the same to her. She looked carefully at Boston. "I might be able to do something, but I'm not doing anything public. No one gets to see my face or know that I did it. And I do have a reason for that, but it…isn't one I can tell you."

"Oh I understand it. A good reputation, tarnished. My girls don't care much for reputation and neither do I, it's useless and gets you nowhere joyful, but I respect those that hold it close to their heart. " she smiled.

She shrugged a little. It was not her good reputation. She just didn't want word getting back to Denmark that she was alive and here in London. She really, really didn't want that to happen. Then Horatio and Fortinbras would send people after her, and she would have to face consequences for what had happened. And that was just…not ideal. "Yeah, something like that." Was all she replied aloud, not wanting to explain all of what she was thinking.

“Hon, if something’s bothering you, you can tell me about it. I’m a friend here.” she smiled. “Then again, I’d hate to intrude, but then again, I think I already have.” Boston shook her head and stared off at the wall.

Elanor laughed a little bit. "It's nothing, Boston. At least, nothing you need to worry about. I can take care of myself, and in any case, it's… difficult to explain." Not that she wanted to even try. It would take too long and be too difficult.