[ Well, rats. That did not go as planned. Magnus quickly raises a hand, waving it rapidly back and forth. ]

No, please, excuse me-- I could have explained that more clearly.

Clearly.

No, it's nothing like that. I owned a club and you kept the books for me. And there was no prostitution of any kind. Sex wasn't really the commodity in question, but rather intimacy. Holding hands with a friend worked just as well as anything else, albeit more slowly.

As for your memories, that I can't tell you. When I left, you were still there, so I don't know what happened or will happen when you're ready to leave. I know volunteers have that option.

I didn't take it. I'd rather have all my memories intact, personally.