The infamously fickle terraces, salons, and parlors of Port-a-Lucine are a cacophony of whispered innuendo and cruel rumor, making claims that many of the city's most prominent up-and-coming nobility have been caught up secret assignations, debauchery, and even conspiracy. The hints and gossip spread like a wildfire set by a hundred arsonists feigning reluctance and pity, and the fanned flames promise to burn more than one house to the foundations. Ambitious men and women of means wait impatiently for the truth to come to light, like vultures poised to pick the charred meat from out of the ashes...