(Gossip) Ask what Yara thinks of the other guests

Yara seemed eager to give opinions and advice on everything-- there was no real reason to coerce or control her. You decided to play her game for now, playing the charmed fellow socialite. That seemed to be how she was most comfortable, anyway. You told her that as a detective, you needed to profile everyone on the island, and encouraged her to give her thoughts derived from her observations on the others so far. Gossip, in other words.

"Ooo, gossip, my favorite!" the collector giggled, covering her mouth with one hand as she grinned from ear to ear, then took a seat upon one of the low sofas with a satisfied plop. She leaned over and pat the seat of the one opposite her, urging you to sit. "Excluding myself and Brunhilde, there are five others of interest. First, there's another detective, Dee Langley, an England native. You might have heard a thing or two about her already. Headstrong, proud... seems like she'd be good in a fight, that one, though she's nowhere near as capable as my Brunhilde. Still, a real tough cookie, ho ho ho. Seems like the no-nonsense type. Not a lot of patience for my friendly banter. Sure, she smiles, but you get the sense that she's impatient all the time, that girl. I can't help but sigh, thinking about her-- a certain level of banter is expected from a detective, right? That's what the genre of noir is built off of!"

You thought you understood where Dee was coming from. Just a little talking to Yara got exhausting pretty fast. You urged her to continue.

"There's the mistress of the manor, Wanda Croft, who I've followed for quite some time. Well, her mother more than her, but you know, one Croft is very much the same as another. That young one's a slut-- excuse me, a flirt-- just like her mother was. You don't have to talk to her long to figure that out. Mind control or not, she's just that type of woman! Wouldn't stop ogling my chest the whole time we were talking."

Her grin seemed to widen as you respectfully raised your eyes up to her face, tearing them away from her eye-catching bosom.

"Then there's that maid of hers, Tallulah. What a gentle soul! A bit of a fatty, isn't she?" Yara spoke candidly. "But I guess some men like that. Are you one of those types, Malcolm?" When you declined to comment, she chuckled and rolled one hand dismissively. "You probably care less for what their body is like and more about what's in their mind, hm? Then you'll go starving with the red-head, I'm afraid. She seems a bit vapid, the poor dear. I can't imagine she gets much of an education, working exclusively for the Crofts. Probably isn't on their list of priorities."

You held your notepad and pen at the ready, but you weren't actually doing much writing. This gossip seemed more like plain old gossip than clues, unfortunately. You told Yara that was three down and asked who the remaining two people of interest were.

"Why, yourself and Linda Catz, of course! That's why I said you're one for the thinkers. You're trying to become an item with the lovely novelist, are you not? She's probably got a mind like a trap. Legs closed tight like a trap too, I'd imagine! Ho ho ho. That's the only explanation why someone with fame and looks like hers is still single at 28."

You objected to such speculation and asked Yara, then, why she was still single? She seemed to have a winning intellect and was probably older than 28.

"Me? Hmmmm... Holding out for the right man, I suppose~" she sighed sadly. You could sense her fluttering her eyelashes in a flirty way behind her bird mask. "I'm a globe-trotter, dear. I don't have time for things like settling down. Romance, however... If the time and the mood were right..."

Yara Ashour was pretty forward. You feel like you'd learned more about her from all of this than the others she was gossiping about. All the same, you thanked her for her time-- it seemed more worthwhile now to move on to other interrogations, rather than wasting time with just these little crumbs of opinion she saw fit to feed you.

"So soon? Well, we have all week. I'm sure I'll grow on you." Her wide grin showed the gap in her teeth once again as she waved you goodbye. "Toodles! I know you might be impatient with me, but you'll find someone to match your impatience in my Brunhilde, oh ho ho."

That sounded a little ominous. You supposed you'd find out when you confronted the woman in the kitchen.

--You've earned someone's trust!--

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