The dance platform used for salsa dancing had, under the forceful order of the bandits, been cobbled together from several scattered tables, and everyone sat down in solemn silence.
Liszt had not intended to comply, ready to seek an opportunity to bolt; continuing like this, she'd lose face.
Doing well is not easy; slipping into wrongdoing happens in a blink.
What Liszt hadn't anticipated was that there were experts among them.
By the time you spot one cockroach, the nest is already full.
Diaz's operations were reliable. It wasn't just those two screw-ups who showed up at the dance hall tavern; among the dozens of Black Sail's pirate underlings, there was a traitor.
An informant from the Thief Guild noticed Liszt's predicament and secretly signaled to her to stay put, assuring that, worst case, they would start a fight and cover for her to retreat.
