[h3]White Church Workshop, Upper Cathedral Ward, high above western Yharnam[/h3]
The cleric frowned, his eyes shifting momentarily around the room as if to confirm that he was surrounded by Hunters of the White Healing Church that were paying close attention to what was happening. “Yeah, that is a problem. [I]Only White Church members allowed,[/I]  by order of the Lord Vicar [I]and[/I] the First Hunter.” He shook his head in resignation. “Look, lady, just tell me what you need and I'll get it for you. We also have orders to get you freaks whatever you need, after all.”

Torquil, meanwhile, was getting rather fidgety with the scrutiny they were under by the people assembled in the room. He had to stop himself from nervously pulling up his mask and pulling down his cap, at once afraid that they would notice him looking less than human but also aware that him doing something like that would only draw more attention to it and increase chances of discovery.
Standing next to him, Gerlinde shot Torquil a sidelong glance, scanned him up and down momentarily and then shot him a fiendish smile and a wink. Moving in a way that managed to seem mostly natural, she deliberately turned so that she stood in profile to most of the people in the room, making sure that her left side with her mostly exposed leg was facing them. Pretending to yawn, she then stretched languidly, raising her arms high above her head while arching her back, exposing more of her midriff and making her chest strain even more against the confines of her vest than usual.
After that simple display, no one were paying attention to Torquil anymore as their eyes were instead glued to the unrealistically gorgeous woman showing off her body. Even Torquil was much too transfixed on her to realize the other benefit of the display, and too appreciative of the view he had been offered to be grateful for the diversion.