Korrina studied Clarissa carefully. The teenage girl reminded of herself when she was young -- painfully naive, despite the world around her taking a turn for the worse. A funny thing, that, as she considered Clarissa's cutesy ballgown. It was... certainly charming, and would provide her an easy way fluttering about through nobility. She just hoped the girl had the attitude for it, as Korrina considered herself too old and conspicuous to go sneaking about.
Here's to hoping Clarissa was good at talking her way out of situations.
"There is one thing that I need from you while you're here, my dear." said Korrina, "It shouldn't be difficult for a pretty young lady such as yourself -- why, you'd be right at home here in Sauveterre, you know? It's just..." She paused, looking down at the girl's gloved hands. "I heard you have sneaky fingers."
Which wasn't a bad thing. In fact, a quick little thief was all she needed right now, as she cleared her throat and then added, "I could never even fight to compare, I'm afraid. I've always had small, fat hands. They're not good for dexterity." Haha handlets. "It isn't like what I'm trying to do requires dexterity, really, but... an unexpected interception does, I'm afraid." And that was where Clarissa came in.
"It's a quick task I'm going to offer you," she assured, "And you will be paid a handsome bit of coin if you can get to it as soon as possible. I'm sure that would go a long way with that child you're raising."
She reached underneath her waist sash with that, taking out a small copper coin with a hole printed through it. She fiddled with it, holding it in the air where the sunlight through the window could catch it and illuminate its surface. It was honestly a bit plain-looking, but... money is money, right?
"I need your hands, and your pretty face," she said, "And I need you to collect an envelope from my husband's office. It's pink, and is addressed from a place named Monflanquin. The quicker and smoother I have that letter, dear, the better your pay."
milf time..?
Korrina, who was still convinced the man's intern was a brat but wasn't willing to vocalize this opinion at all, sat patiently in her shitty ass wheelchair while she listened to M. Pourife chatter on with her -- though she didn't have much input, it seemed, as she nodded without a word for the first few moments of their conversation. She was sure Fitzgerald wasn't as malicious as others, though his, ah... rich bitch habits were some she had experienced and had some disdain for, though she wasn't lying last time when she told him his coat looked nice. He seemed the dramatic type was all! And, hopefully his boss wasn't as so, which seemed to be the case at first glance. M. Pourife was respectable, it seemed.
She basked in the compliments for a moment, although they were nothing she hadn't heard before. Charming, demure, sweet...
"Oh, well, I don't like swearing is all." Which wasn't a lie, really, but she was a bit of a hypocrite on that front. She liked to swear! She just never wanted to swear in front of others, nor hear those same others recite the naughty alphabet. A is for Ass. B is for Bitch. C is for... "He is an aristocrat, anyways, so I suppose it would be best for him to lose the tongue at some point... He is young, at least. That's always a good excuse for such unbecoming behaviors, isn't it?"
M. Pourife wasn't wrong to say refined folk liked other refined folk. Korrina doubted she would ever see a nobleman who enjoyed the company of a plebeian.
"But, of course I can keep an eye on him for you, sir." she assured him, "I enjoy his company, anyhow, save for... as you mentioned, his foul vocabulary." She managed a sugary giggle as she tilted her head back in her seat, and then waved her hand at the older man. "He is a sweet boy. Sour but sweet, I think I told him..."
There was the situation with her family, however. Whether her husband would care or not all depending on a coin toss, and if she ended up on the wrong side of luck...
Well, even then, her son was no doubt going to be a bother. He didn't like her attention wasted on another.
"Let him know that he may visit whenever he'd like. Once a week would do wonderfully, though." she added, her tone of voice softer this time, "I am free most mornings as well, since that is when my children are away with their tutors. And, tell him also... that I love his hair."