'Lynn paused her pacing when Lilibeth began explaining herself and qucikly turned to get a better look at the girl, her arms still crossed. Her unamused look remained on her face, and she gave no reaction at all to what the girl was telling her. Then, after Lilibeth finished speaking, 'Lynn brought a hand up to her face to rub it gently. She ran her hand down along her face after that, her previous smirk and look of mischief coming to her expression as her hand left her face, almost making it seem like the hand had swept it back onto her features.

"Ju be right. I don't ca'a fo'a de Lake. It be a sick place, an' one I t'ink a lil' kitten like ju would be in ova' her head messin' wit'. Fa' be it from me to inta'fe'a wit' a stranga's intentions d'ough, 'specially since it ain't any o' my business, so I'll tell some o' de ruma's dat's passed 'round dis place." Her look of mischief only seemed to increase after she said that but sure enough, she went on to talk about some of the rumors, a couple of those including that the lake was some kind of magical well that scarred anyone who ventured deep inside, and that it was a portal for demons to use and possess the women that feel in its waters.

"Now, ju look like a bright girl despite ju recklessly askin' about Dai Li territory. Ju know none o' dat be true. Howeva'," 'Lynn drew out, now slowly pacing in a calm manner before Lilibeth, smirk only growing wider. "I ain't su'a if a kitten like ju unda'stands dat around he'a, info'amation be valuable. It practically be a currency. So, if I'm gonna be sharin' somet'in' so delicate wit' ju... It ain't gonna come free. An' befo'a ju say ju'll pass an' dat ju'll just go lookin' elsewhe'a, rememba' how risky it be out de'a, askin' about Lake Laogai whe'a de Dai Li could easily he'a ju. I be offa'rin' a place o' freedom an' safety," 'Lynn said, turning to Lilibeth to gently stroke her cheek with the back of a hand, though the look on her face just held more mischief.

"Ain't no one gettin' up he'a on dis flo'a wit'out someone knowin', an' even if dey did, dey ain't gonna he'a us past dese sound-proofed walls. So what's it gonna be, lil' kitten," 'Lynn purred, patting Lilibeth's cheek as she spoke. "Ah' ju gonna pass up dis golden oppa'tunity, o'a do ju got somethin' ju could pay me wit'? An' rememba', it don't hafta be material goods, eit'a. It could be services, too~."

As it so happened, 'Lynn's slow meandering path through the Den had left her close to the entrance when a dark-haired woman stepped into the bar. While 'Lynn didn't pay any mind to this at first, her attention was quickly caught when the woman coughed a bit... Giving 'Lynn a signal that maybe this woman wasn't so acclimated to being in smoky environments. Which meant she was a new customer in her Den. Smirking and watching the woman walk through her bar as if she was prey, 'Lynn waited until the woman sat down at the bar before slowly sauntering her way over and slipping into the seat next to the woman without asking for an invitation.

"Ju don't come he'a very often, do ju girly?" 'Lynn asked, an almost mischievious look in her blue eyes as she glanced over to the woman beside her. "A friendly tip between ju an' me--an' dis one be free--I wouldn't look too much like a sca'a'd kitten. Some o' de guys he'a, dey like to prey on dat kind o' t'ing. What brings ju to de Vipa' Den, lil' kitten? Come to fo'aget, o'a ah' ju lookin' fo'a somet'in' a lil' mo'a... personal?"

The Viper Den, often referred to by most residents of Ba Sing Se as the Jewel of the Slums. This popular drinking hole is situated inside of Ba Sing Se's lower wall, rested right up against its middle wall, and is referred to this way for its appearance and service. Besides being a renowned place for drinking and socializing, it's also a hot spot for rumors and information. The Paramour seems to enjoy this side of her Den's nature, and can often be seen partaking in these rumors, whether it be listening, creating, or spreading.

The Den boasts one other thing that has helped spread its popularity: prostitutes. The finest, cleanest prostitutes around, in fact. The second floor of the large establishment is where both men and women go to find a bit of companionship, and this floor--much like the rest of the Den--is kept safe by some of the bodyguards that the Paramour has on constant watch. These courtesans, both male and female, are deemed the cleanest because no one person is admitted entry without some official document stating that they themselves are clean. 

Despite the less-than-moral character of the Den, the establishment is actually kept in pristine condition. Neither the Paramour or her bodyguards facilitate any kind of violence or conflict, and if any budding situation that could be deemed dangerous or hazardous raises its ugly head, it is quickly thrown outside without remorse. Their business is always welcomed back at later date, of course, but the Paramour prides herself greatly on her Den's reputation, and has strived to keep it a place people continue wanting to go back to.