Talk:House of Pleasure/@comment-59.92.127.96-20160713092935/@comment-26536672-20160715011322

On my low-chaos runs, I allow myself to indulge in the happy feels of my saintliness in choking out countless guards and consigning several people to horrific fates arguably worse than death from time to time, but on this level I am torn. On the one hand, I do genuinely feel quite bad for the courtesans, Abbey of the Everyman be damned. As Geist stated previously, their lot in life ain't too great. On the other hand, my insatiable avarice for every last bleeding coin to be scraped from the gutters MUST BE SATED. And thus, I loot.

At least in my own headcanon, I return the favor by having a madame far kinder and magnanimous than Prudence installed after all is said and done.