Post by Miriam Thorne on Feb 6, 2016 13:02:09 GMT
((References to prostitution, you have been warned))
Miriam looked about the harbor nervously, her eyes scanning for guards. It was nearly midnight, the shops were closed and there was only the odd drunken fool stumbling home to be seen. She'd begged Facilier to let her stay home tonight, but the man had no sympathy for her. Refusing to give her so much as a coat, despite the cold of the February night. So she waited for her usual customers to visit, hoping that they would be quick so she would not have to endure a long night of being used.
Miriam looked about the harbor nervously, her eyes scanning for guards. It was nearly midnight, the shops were closed and there was only the odd drunken fool stumbling home to be seen. She'd begged Facilier to let her stay home tonight, but the man had no sympathy for her. Refusing to give her so much as a coat, despite the cold of the February night. So she waited for her usual customers to visit, hoping that they would be quick so she would not have to endure a long night of being used.