Only by going through a legitimate guild could we obscure the fact that these were taxes earned from prostitution. It was a fig leaf, but such methods were necessary. I asked the man one last question.
"Do you plan to go on working the streets with your wives?"
"Of course not. Even this lowly life has dreams. My wives and I will earn money and open a tavern on this street. And since the lord just abolished the liquor tax in this area, it looks like we can make a fortune too. Heh heh heh."
"A fine dream. You answered in good faith, so I'll reward you accordingly."
I gave him five more silver coins.
The man grinned from ear to ear as he pocketed the money.
"Heh heh heh, it's an honor to be of service to you, my lord."
"So you're not as slow as you look."
"In this line of work, you don't live long without a quick eye."
"I imagine not. Off you go."
