Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151010231236/@comment-5583506-20151016003152

She reacted to the wolf whistle. Some part of her wanted to be flattered over the fact that she was being called pretty, which was rather rare for someone like her unless she had gotten them really drunk first. But then she reminded herself of why in fact she had come here and just what sort of people were living here. Just because the folks on the Waterfront were poor didn't automatically make them good people. And among the poverty, criminality grew like reeds...

"Mind your own business", she grunted under her hood.

This man wasn't the least interested in her. He was interested in what she had underneath her robes, and for men like him, looks didn't really matter in that case...