The Brunch Munch looks like a classic diner, with enclosed booths with cushioned seats and tables set out with syrup and honey and jam packets in little wire holders. There's a small specialized flower-console at each table, there to summon food with; there aren't any staff at all in evidence. 

Looking down one of the rows, Audrey can see a nude woman kneeling by one of the tables, being handfed french toast sticks dipped in syrup. She blushes as she catches Audrey's eye, and hestitantly waves.

Audrey waves back, and goes on to the next row.

Which is where she hears a familiar voice in conversation. 

"I'm just saying that I think things would go smoother if you gave classes to all the new arrivals."

A soft, melodious voice contradicts her. 

"It's against the ethos of the Rosethorn Hotel to make anything mandatory. Now, the Blackberry Gardens can do it and does do it, but we generally prefer a more hands-on approach."

Audrey follows the voices around the corner, and waves when Aurica comes into view. 

"Hey, Aurica. And I'm assuming... Ishaza?"

"You would be correct. Come, sit down. Audrey has told me about you."

"She has, has she?"

"Only good things, I assure you."

"Aurica, do you mind?"

"No, you're free to join us."

She sits. "Go on, tell me what Aurica's told you."

"Aurica?"

"When we're together we go by Aurica and Tabs."

"Ah. I see. Well, pleasure to meet you, Tabs."

"Yes, I'm sure. Please, go on."

Ishaza cracks a slight smile. "Sorry. I shouldn't tease. She mostly told me that sex with you was lovely and that you seemed far more confident than her."

"And she's conveniently leaving out the part where I also told her you were uncomfortable with escorts."

"Aurica. Manners."

"Oh, fine. I don't see why I should have to be circuitous."

"I prefer to let people's actions speak for themselves."

"Could we, um, get off this topic?"

"Very well. Aurica, you were saying about classes? And Tabs, you'll want to order I assume - I'll slide out so you can get at the console -"

"Thank you, yes." She slips into the booth as Ishaza slides out, and punches her craving into the console. Belgian waffles with whipped cream and strawberries emerge, just as she desired. 

She digs in, and listens to Aurica and Ishaza's conversation for a bit.

"Basic safety and consent classes would prevent so many of the early fuckups people have here. It's frankly kind of criminal that they don't exist."

"They do exist, you just have to want to go to them. I teach one."