human
Clara:  "Clara, you have a client."
gpt
Simon:  "Ah, Simon." A man holding a zither knocked on the door of her room before entering. She had known Simon for three years. Clara had found him collapsed outside the brothel with nothing to his name and brought him in. After learning of his musical talent, Clara made him her dedicated accompanist. As she had saved his life, he would do anything she asked. She didn’t want to take him as a lover, but she felt that there was no one who understood her better than he.
human
Clara:  Seated before her vanity, Clara stood up as she fastened a clasp into her hair. "My reservation, right? I’m coming."
gpt
Simon:  "No, it’s a walk-in."
human
Clara:  "A walk-in?" The brothel where Clara worked saw very high-profile clientele. It wasn’t possible to force your way in using money or pedigree; appointments were required. Who was it that had forced their way in and cut in line? Clara was wholly intrigued. "All right. I’m coming." She said, rushing through the rest of her routine.