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noticed that the crowd was half of what it usually was. Steven? Latrina? Simon threw his voice into the small crowd. Some faces looked up at him and some nodded in recognition and respect. Simon acknowledged their gestures and smiled. There was a sound from one of the back rooms. Steven poked his head out. Hey, Simon, good to see you! Steven was a very heavy and very sweaty man whom Simon loved as a brother. On this day he was wearing close to nothing. Did you bring me anything? Hmm, did you? Steven collected the wrinkles of First World soles. Simon had often scraped the skin off of the feet of his harem members so he could provide his friend with some souvenirs for his collection. I may or may not have something, Simon winked and dug into his pocket. He brought out a silk handkerchief, unfolded 31 Jordan Krall it, and revealed two strips of almost translucent flesh. Got these off very beautiful feet. Diseased? Stevens face lit up. Yeah. The top of the feet were almost rotting off. Smell was horrible. Simon shook the skin flaps like strips of bacon and then tossed them to his friend. What color? Steven preferred pale skin with deep wrinkles. A little tan. Sorry, all I had. Ah, its alright. Thanks. Theyll go nicely in my collection. He draped the strips over his face and inhaled. They smell dirty. Nice. Very nice. He giggled. Simon walked over to the bar and motioned to the bartender for a drink: a cocktail of fermented squid and toothfruit. He turned to Steven. Is Latrina around? Steven shrugged. I havent seen her today. Should be coming in, though. You staying around till she gets here? He took the skin off of his face and put them into his pocket. I might. I dont know. He sipped his drink. Whys this place so empty? Business is usually good this time of day. Steven shrugged. Dont know. I mean, we havent had a good show in a while. The fighters weve had are all old-timers. The last time we had any new fighters they turned out to just be booze-hounds, hoping to score a few free drinks after they got destroyed in the ring. So whatre you going to do? Add something else? A titty-show? Simon laughed. One of the times he had tapped into the First World he had witnessed a quant strip club performance and the image had always stuck with him. Women on a stage shaking their breasts (only two of them!) while men drooled and hollered. Steven giggled again, thinking of bouncing breasts in the boxing ring. We werent really thinking about it. Why? Got any 32 Piecemeal June ideas? Simon looked down into his drink. He thought he saw something more than the usual squid remains and toothfruit roots. It looked like the face of his first and only love. It looked like the face of June. No, I dont know. I guess theres not much you can do until someone comes along who can put on a good show. Steven laughed. How about you? I havent fought for years and even then I could muster up the anger to put on a good fight. Im really just a gentle soul at heart, you know, despite my reputation. Simon gently shook his glass, hoping to dispel the vision of June. No such luck. Yeah, you were always a calm bastard. Oh, Steven pointed to the door, There she is. Latrina, in her long red robe, walked into the Orange Dukkha and immediately smiled when she saw Simon standing at the bar. Your holiness, how nice of you to grace us with your presence! She bowed with mocking reverence. Simon chuckled. Oh, youre too kind, my lady, too kind. He stood up and gave Latrina a brief but tight hug. She kissed him on the cheek. Can we talk in the back? Latrina nodded, patted Steven on the shoulder, and followed Simon into the backroom where her divinations usually took place. Huge paintings depicting scatological battle scenes covered all four walls. Most of the scenes were historical and most were of some relative of Simons. His father was painted on the west wall, showing him in a gritty conflict with the Klootzak Army. Because Om-Am never had a standing military force, Simons