@whatyoustartcd Rey flitted down the winding, narrow alley like a shadow. She hardly made a sound as her feet traversed the worn and slippery cobblestone underfoot, intent on taking her to Church Street. That was were the wretches who lived to whore about with their hard (or illegally) earned coin were most likely to be found. Easy targets. She seduced them with a smile, and a beckon from her outstretched hand. She promised them their fantasies and just when they were out of range from the rest of the lowlives that prowled London's streets after dark, she took what she needed. They hardly knew what was coming before it was over. Tonight was no different. Her dark eyes scanned the crowds of drunk men stumbling out of an alehouse, singing bawdy tunes out of sync, songs of maritime and sailing the seas. She tucked a stray curl behind her ear before stepping out to let the gaslights illuminate her from above with a soft smirk on her lips. Now she would let her targets come to her.