The women exchanged uneasy glances, their faces paling. The question seemed straightforward, yet it carried a weight that made them hesitate. After all, only human were supposed to visit the brothel. No Elyrian would ever step foot here. How could they possibly know anything about the ministers?
"We wouldn't dare speak of the queen or any Elyrian, for that matter," muttered the chubby woman, swallowing hard. "Not unless we're ready to lose our heads."
"Oh, really?" Kae asked, leaning back in his chair, his gaze fixed on them. "I'm not that naïve. For your brothel to thrive so steadily without a single Elyrian interference? You think that's believable?"