Out the corner of my eye was an amorphous being ruffling under a shawl. Who else has seen this place and lived? Besides me? Feminine whimpering emitted from beneath it. Part of it wrapped around the curvature of her body. A fecund scent, pheromones, more than enough clues. I'd solved the case. Making an open palm to The Collector to symbolize both halt, and peace, I spoke.

"Is she part of your art?"

"Soon...she'll be waitress....serve drinks."

"Playing cards, is this ...