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This could be a character in a book I am writing. Her name is Janell:
Here is a fragment from chapter 5 (I've written 31 so far, 50 planned):
The closed carriage, built for the soft-bottomed upper class, left for Anderholm by way of the Dawn Gate. Shadyia pulled aside the laced curtain and watched the trees whisk past while Deresi and Janell shared palace gossip. Shadyia’s eyes followed a distant low wall which must have bordered someone's lands long ago. Beyond it she saw a girl leading a cow to pasture.
According to Janell, Sister Margret had a lover in the Redguard. Mistress Makayla forbade any of the Sisters from offering their services for free, so this gossip was about as scandalous as scandalous got at The Silver Rose. Pulling closed the curtain, Shadyia grinned as Janell said in a hushed voice how Margret used tips from her other Coins to pay Makayla when she returned from an evening with her Redguard lover. Illusion is our Bread and Butter indeed, Shadyia thought.
Shadyia marveled at the difference between Deresi and Janell. Although Madam Amrita trained all the Sisters to act in a variety of personalities, each was especially suited to one in particular. Deresi was the unrefined peasant-girl with a naughty streak which drove cultured men wild. She was the kind of harlot who would sit beside her Coin at his table, and pretend to put her napkin in her lap while giving his tool an unexpected squeeze.
Janell, by contrast, was pure, fair-haired innocence—the girl that had never seen a naked man nor felt his touch on her soft skin. Amazingly, this was not an act. Even after years of Madam Amrita's lessons, she was like a child that had to be taught over and over how to bake a cake because she could not remember how it was done. But her ignorance had such appeal that her cake was sweet and delicious, no matter how much she botched the recipe.
The sound of wheels and hooves on wood meant they had crossed into Anderholm by way of the Trader's Gate. Janell pulled back the curtains and blinked as the sunlight flashed between red-roofed tiled shops and buildings. She waved at men and women and children who met her eyes.
“Should we throw coins?” Janell asked.
“No!” Shadyia and Deresi said in unison. Janell pouted and again looked out the window.