THE REAL WHORE

Back at an ancient castle residence on another continent…

"So are you done speaking to that damn bloody bordello owner and has he agreed to spy on your son and his purchased woman? Or should I call her as she really is, which is whore?"

Marion's vamp father snorts in derision as he looks at the haughty and scornful female he married out of convention, "Watch your tongue Virginia… you and she are hardly different except she knows and accepts being a personalized prostitute in her neck of the woods to a Sciarillo heir! Whilst you basically gave the same role and function within a different state of affairs to me!" At that disdainful retort, the thin elderly male takes a silken monogrammed black robe from a nearby coat rack and then promptly puts it on. With a final scornful huff, he immediately leaves the room and his still-undressed wife.