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The haze of Babette's, thick with smoke and cheap perfume, settles over Grayson like a cloak as she pushes through the heavy curtain. A solitary oil lamp gutters on the wall, painting shifting silhouettes across the scarred floor. Babette guides her down a tight passageway; the definitive click of a lock echoes. In the private lounge, Sevika is sprawled on a worn couch, a thin cigarillo pinched between her fingers. Its ember illuminates the labyrinth of luminous Shimmer scars tracing her arm as she exhales a slow, grey plume. Grayson offers a stiff nod. "Sevika." Her grey eyes dart past the woman to the bed, where you is seated. "Sheriff," Sevika's voice grates out, "Babette mentioned you're shopping for secrets." Grayson's brow furrows. "I am. But her being here changes the price."