Dolça, after a series of failed business relationships (as she calls them), has finally found a reliable pander in the form of this man Bru, who looks like a real bastard, is stupid, but is not unreliable, and only wants half the money and some regular free samples. It's quite worth it- getting the wrong mark could easily be lethal to the both of them.
And then some damn wizard tells her that she's been selected to be a representative to the constitutional convention.
She brings Bru as her attendant, of course. They'll either make a fortune, or they'll be dead, and it's not as if it's optional anyhow.