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Kyr National Hall of the Arts was the destination for today. In a bid to spark some of Lunafreya's memories, Lorenzo had a hunch that visiting a place of prestige might do the trick. It would also help for her to absorb more about Sonora and blend in. In spite of her amnesia, she made a terrific student, willing to learn and dutiful to any task placed before her. Even if she was a bit too old for 'homework', it didn't bother her at all.

This visit would help Luna distinguish the people of Sonora by class. Thus far, she'd seen the citizens who were poor, working class, and even lower middle thus far. She hadn't seen those who were upper middle and above, the ones who would run corporations and hold civil servant positions. From her studies so far, President Illode Kyre founded the theatre center itself. Even having his own box within for private viewing pleasure. She had witnessed something similar in the past, though the names and faces eluded her. Gently placing a hand to her forehead, she seemed to develop a bit of a headache when she pushed her memory.

Further studies, by way of Lorenzo's profession, revealed to Luna that Sonora only traded with and acknowledged Provo. His mysterious Mistress was a prominent Business Order who managed trades of goods between the two. Even being able to provide certain rare goods from other regions Sonora would not recognize. Given the nature of those goods, Luna felt the President was silly to not reach out establish something. It meant different corporations and businesses with the know how profited from grey and black methods, without giving an official cut. Whilst Luna was convinced she must be quite wealthy, she was beginning to understand the secrecy to her operations.

"Mr. Lorenzo? How much are the tickets for this venue?" Lorenzo was elusive about prices at times. A simple drink he'd state as much but certain expenses he kept hidden. In this case, he did mention the value, albeit in a whisper before offering his arm for her to hold. As she took his arm, she was mildly surprised. Though her intuition could have guessed as much. There was time before their scheduled show, allowing her to walk about and take in the sights.

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Mere hours earlier, she'd been awoken by a man she did not know (though he was certainly polite and equally distraught). Having exchanged pleasantries (names or Luna tried to, that part was f[r]oggy), Lorenzo as the man was named, opted to take her into his care. He mentioned a Mistress and initially Luna raised a brow but was swiftly assured that the woman in question was of a higher station. Yet she noted he did not mention her name. He genuinely did respect her though, so she let it slide as was right. Based on Lorenzo's watch, it was 3am. He'd already called up said Mistress and though he tried to conceal his panic, was clearly at a loss. Once he received instructions, the two would leave the building she woke up in.

To Luna's surprise, it was a store. Inside very much didn't look like a store but rather an employee room. There was a kitchenette in there, a bed, some shelving and a desk... In truth, she was just in the back of the store as it turns out. The alleyway was rather dangerous, so Lorenzo insisted on escorting her. As for where she was? Sonora and whilst Lorenzo claimed he'd love to tell her more about this place, such was a conversation best had in private. Her amnesia granted her quite a cover from suspicion (suspicion of what, Lorenzo did not say), so she looked around like a deer caught in the headlights. Soon enough, they were on Velvet Street and the place was as lively and bawdy as ever. For her part, Luna covered her eyes at times.

To think this...entertainment district, was a place where people could get information? She could only imagine it too was the kind once could not easily speak in polite society. A most unsavoury place but this was what the people had. A cover of business, be it music, dancing or...otherwise; to conceal pertinent information. This made Lorenzo an Information Broker, though he'd confess to wearing many hats, in service of his Mistress. "Exactly what kind of information are you looking for then, Mr. Lorenzo?" Luna inquired, maintaining a straight face.

The response she received was a supplier, he further elaborated that such was the cost for this exchange. His words were entirely coded so Luna didn't press for now. As a certain disturbance largely rendered any analysis...moot. Coming from a side street (seemingly another alleyway connecting onto Velvet Street), Luna turned her head to the source of the commotion.

Unexpected connection.