So... the Thornes whom owned a dancing club and brothel is stealing their business... her high-end business.  Well now, looking at the pictures - poor as they were - it seemed that now she needed to figure out what her job was.  Shoes was part of it...<br/><br/>"I suspect..." she said, looking at the pictures some more "That... you wish for me to know how and why they have managed to attain this hold on this particular population?  Espionage, Intelligence, pick your term what have you, find out what is it that keeps these Gov'ners from here, if they have something over them or if they have something special that you don't, remove it or expose it depending on what it is, and since I'm a dryadic elf with my manner of speech and a body like mine, I should be able to fit right in, not TOO high-class to draw too much scrutiny, but not so low as to stand out terribly in an uptown setting.  That, or I'm just fit to be a girl there, I suspect, and can make it in on my back thinking of England instead.  That about what you had in mind?"