Carson puffed out his chest a little.  "Why yes, Miss Camilla, I am the proprietor of this fine establishment.  Won her in a poker game some five years back and I've been running her ever since.  What ever you need, or desire, with the money your paying, we will aim to please you."  He meant it too.  She had overpaid by quite a lot.<br/><br/>"We have a grand floor show every night and games of chance, if they take your fancy.  Any liquor you can name is yours for the asking.  I'm afraid we've only the ladies if your looking for companionship though."  He himself would not mind providing a little companionship to her, but it seemed rude to say so outright.<br/><br/>"As for black markets....  We run an honorable establishment here, but if you really want to venture into the illicit side of things, but suppose we can accommodate you by setting up a meeting."  Hop Chin over at the Chinese laundry was the man to go to for black market goods in town, and the services he offered made the Half Moon look like the First Baptist Church.<br/><br/>"I have to tell you though that dealing in the black market can be dangerous.  They play for keeps.  I would really recommend taking your pleasures here, rather than there."  He had dealt with old Mr. Chin on a couple of occasions and never wanted to do so again.  The man was a vicious old codger who could cheat Death itself in a game of poker.