The third day of the Inquisition Agent's visit- the habits of the Estate Staff have settled into something closer to normalcy. They've become comfortable, become a little less vigilant.

That must be the only reason why when Anders comes round the corner he happens upon Edgar the Perfumer pinning Loupe the Tanner over one of his precious vats of tanning fluid- both their trousers in a tangle about their ankles as he absolutely rails him against the wall. Cries for the Maker are made, hands sliding under shirts, sweat and bitten skin and grumbling endearments of 'you savage' and 'you ponce' are bandied about as viciously as any of the arguments.

Only this time, with dicks.