human
Action/Narration:  While the witch was having dinner at the tavern, the lights went on in an establishment in a back alley on the western side of town. Unlike those back alleys on the eastern side, these were safer and the clientele tended to be wealthy. This brothel was no exception, and it wasn’t unusual to see nobles sneaking in and out of its doors. A recent windfall of profit had left this particular brothel’s owner, Gaske, in a fantastic mood. This was due entirely to Clara.
gpt
Action/Narration:  An unceasing stream of clients came seeking her. Even if most of those clients never visited again, enough new ones poured in that it didn’t matter. They were all seized with curiosity and enough baseless confidence to think they’d be fine. It was impossible to correct their misapprehensions. Gloating to himself, Gaske opened the doors and retreated to the reception booth. Soon enough, the first client arrived. The tall man with a hood pulled down low over his eyes to hide his face was dressed well. Judging him to be a nobleman, Gaske welcomed him courteously as a guest of honor.
human
Client:  "This is where I can find the woman who sings the song that kills its listeners, right?”
gpt
Action/Narration:  Gaske was surprised to hear how young his voice sounded. A series of kidnappings fifteen years ago had left the city with few young adults of noble heritage. Prying into the identities of patrons ran contrary to the rules.
human
Gaske:  “You mean Clara. Yes, she’s here. But she has a prior engagement at the moment…” Gaske answered with a smile.
gpt
Client:  “I see. But if I don’t see her now, I’ll end up caught by someone pesky. Is there any way you can be flexible?”
human
Gaske:  “I’m really very sorry, sir, but…”
gpt
Action/Narration:  The man grimaced upon hearing Gaske’s reply. He pulled up his hood to show his face.
human
Client:  “Do you know who I am?”
gpt
Action/Narration:  There was no way he wouldn’t have. Stunned, Gaske dropped the papers he was holding.