Ms. Olivia La-damme.

A slim woman with dark brown hair styled upwards stood with her back straight, idly chatting with Gloria. Her pale cheeks were dotted with pink rouge, her bright green Dress hung off her shoulders, long white Gloves going all the way up to her elbows, and upon her hip, a large red Ribbon was fashioned into a flower. "Good afternoon, and how do you do, Miss...?" I asked, with Howard coming in behind me.

"Olivia. Olivia La-damme," she smiled, extending her wrist to me.

Being a Gentleman of course, I took it and kissed the back of her hand. "Devon McKay, Miss La-damme. And to what brings you to my home? Please have a seat."

"Well, to be perfectly frank, I am quite... displeased with you, Mr. Mckay," she replied, adjusting her Skirts to sit comfortably.

I cocked my head to a side, and took my own seat opposite her. "How so? And before you answer, could we provide you with a drink? Tea, Coffee?"

"Coffee please. With just a splash of Brandy, if you have any."

Nodding to my staff, and asking them for my own drink, I returned my attention back to Ms. La-damme. "Now, how exactly have I slighted you, Ms. La-damme. To my recollection, this is the first time we've met."

"Quite. And that is exactly why, Mr. McKay. I have been waiting patiently for your visit, but seeing that it was not forthcoming, I had to take matters into my own hands. And I am not one to be found in such a position. Especially since you had been informed of me," she said, with the air of someone truly offended.

I begged her patience with me, as I ran through my memories. "Hm... I am truly sorry, but I do not recall Mr. Gottlieb ever mentioning you when I arrived. But I am sure that it merely slipped his mind. Although... your name is familiar to me..."

"I doubt you would have heard of me from Mr. Gottlieb," she said with a small sigh. "You may have heard of me from elsewhere. Maybe the pub, or the market, or amongst the more common folk. Like the docksmen, perhaps?"

It took a few more minutes for me to wrack my mind, and Ms. La-damme was sipping her drink when I finally remembered. With a snap of my fingers, I exclaimed, "Oh yes! A man called Martin mentioned you. He said that you were..." my face turned somewhat dark, "a 'neighborly' woman."

"Hah! Is that how he put it?" she laughed.

"If my memory isn't failing me, he said that..." I motioned with my hands, while trying to find the best way to present it, "the only thing that he mentioned was that you... would never turn anyone down, if they asked you to be... 'neighborly'? Or something in that line of thought?"

"Mmm... not as such," she replied, with a sly smile.