From: [[]] Nothing so crude as spying, of course. Merely... putting yourself in a situation where overhearing is possible. [Find the rest of the story at ]
Perhaps you have chosen the wrong avenue. Or perhaps Tyrant's Gardens are bereft of indiscreet lovers this year? Yet there are enough eyes to notice you skulking about...
Such delectable things drift to the surface of human interactions during the Feast of the Exceptional Rose. And such blindness to the consequences of speaking incautiously!
From: [[]] Nothing so crude as spying, of course. Merely... putting yourself in a situation where overhearing is possible. [Find the rest of the story at ]
