The Brothers of Ignatius

"Sister, no-one should be reduced to walking the streets at this time of night," he says. "Why not come with me to the refuge that my order, the Brothers of Ignatius, maintains for fallen women such as yourself? There you can have some hot soup and a bed for the rest of the night."

I realise that the man must be a monk of some kind, working for a charitable order. Perhaps I should accept his offer? The refuge is one place where with any luck Gustav would not think of looking for me. The alternative is a long and chilly walk to the Grand Hall, which I'm not even sure of finding in the dark, especially with no-one likely to be around to ask directions from.

1. "Thank you," I say. "I'll take you up on that."
2. "Thank you," I say. "I'd like to accept your kind offer. But in spite of my appearance, I'm not actually a prostitute. Do I still qualify?"
3. "No, thank you.

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