[h2] The Garden, Delucian District - Madame Rose [/h2]
The Madame, soaked wet from the rain, turns her gaze to the unknown man, raises an eyebrow, noticing he is somehow unsettled. "[i]You can go, Trevor. If the gentleman waited to see me, and only me, I imagine he wants to speak alone. Stay at the door and I'll you if needed.[/i]" 
Rose walks the room, starting to unfasten her wet dress, without looking at the man, and goes behind a folding screen to change clothes. She says nothing, waiting for the man to introduce himself.