Still on the overworld map, I walk some more, looking left and right. I encounter a pack of wild dogs:
Let’s just say there are now some very dead wild dogs somewhere in MoonFall… I don’t feel too good about it, but that’s that.
A way further, I spot this:
They are affiliated with The Board, and heavily armed. The game gives me the option to try and rob them; but it doesn’t fit my style (at least for now), and I don’t think it’s a good idea to start messing with a whole convoy of what I imagine are well-trained and -payed guards. Talking to them, they make it clear it would be better were we to leave the area promptly.
Further to the east, I stumble into a place called Praxon Hall:
It’s bloom setting, you ask? Ultra++.
I learn it is here dwell the Guild Of Courtesans’ Traditionalists. And indeed the couple of patrols in the area are composed of Courtesans. Curiously enough, as did the Old Watch, Praxon Hall offers me a Hosting Contract—which I sign—for a potential reward of 397 Credits and 4 Esteem.
Back in Saint Gorfu, everything is in order to accomodate the VIP and his buddies.
Well… I used to be a courtesan. And it would be good for the business. Moreover, I don’t necessarily have to bang dudes; conceivably I could content them by making out with my girls, which would be pleasurable enough. So I join them.
“To WIN at an ORGY!” 
Folks, we now have the confirmation not everyone’s a winner in an orgy. It’s a competition, complete with lots of sweating and shoving and grunting. In order to WIN at an ORGY, the game has me aim for a target of 4 minimum, meaning that with my meager 1 in Athletics I need to roll a 3. Lady Luck, nowhat smiling upon me, wills it I roll a 2.
I fell asleep on the guy? But I used to be a courtesan. And I was so good; Diana even remarked how my past prowess as a courtesan enfamed me. Did I really let myself go so badly? I thought of myself as thick, but maybe I just got fat.
And the end result? Contract: failed. Reputation with the Traditionalists: -1.
Saddened by this last eventuation, I enter Saint Gorfu and decide to take the metro, to see other places. One such place is called Cellerdown. Upon entering, Diana says the following:
To the right appears to be the momentarily closed entrance to a restaurant or club of sorts.
This guy seems keen on the staff:
While the other guy, like Artyom about to die from asphyxiation, has no filter:
Hopefully we’ll have a chance to come back when it’s open. Then to the left of this area, we meet this girl:
(quick side note for you, Tyranicon: I think you want to spell it ‘La Petite Amie‘ if you want it to mean ‘girlfriend’, otherwise ‘Petit Ami’ is masculine, means ‘boyfriend’, and should be preceded by ‘Le‘)
Two things.
Firstly: yes, tokens! In interactions with some of my girls, I had seen the option to gift them one, but had no idea how to obtain any. Now, having at least one source of said tokens, if possibly finite, my slut machines will for me become slot machines (#feminism).
Secondly: it’s a nice touch, these tokens being described as undescribable and giving a sense of familiarity and comfort. I always laugh a bit when a game goes the token way of relationships.
– Here’s a token, Stacy.
– What is it?
– I don’t know. But because of it, now you like me.
It systematically feels extremely meta, and some games too clearly use that as a cop-out for not thinking more than a second about the whole thing. But this here, acknowledging the weirdness of the concept and the item itself, it’s cute, and works well for me.
Last in this zone is that guy:
Well fine, fuck you too then, and not in the fun way. Perhaps something will be unlocked here, at a later time?
Continuing with the sight-seeing, I move on to a place called The Spire.
Immediately, I bethink myself of the Sky Garden in Illusion of Gaïa.
Remember how it’s possible to raise or lower the camera? Well here, it wrecks my sense of space something fierce.
An amenable police officer explains what is The Spire:
Furthermore, when I query her anent the apparent absence of any safety railing, she explains that there is in fact an almost-invisible barrier of glass acting as railing. But it wasn’t always there, and many people used to come to The Spire in order to commit suicide, creating a certain turmoil down below, as dead bodies going splat tend to do.
The cool thing about The Spire is that, despite there being nothing for us to do here at the moment, we still get to witness a master Air Bender during his levitation training:
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