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[bringmethatnpc]

The prisoners reach through the bars, whistling and coaxing. It's a rare thing to have such a pretty inmate about. For some of them, it's the closest they've ever gotten to a lady of Elizabeth's stature.

They wonder if what's under her skirts is the same as what's under more common wenches.

"Come closer, we don’t bite!" leers one, waggling his filthy fingers at Elizabeth.

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[try_corsets]

He eventually lets go. Elizabeth eyes him with distaste, but she has what she needed. Now in possession of the signed and stamped letters of marque, she levels the pistol at Beckett and slips into the night, keeping to the shadows.