Blue fanned herself slowly as she carefully made her way around a puddle that was most likely a mixture of piss and drain water. Her tawny complexion was complimented by a cotton midnight blue gown with a plunging bodice, tight sleeves a flowly skirt, and a morron embrodered belt. Pearls adorned her hair neck, ears, and hair. All had been gifts from clients, both from whoring and from whispering information into ears. She didn't really much have free time, but by some blessing, the afternoon had been free, and her favorite theater troupe were in town to perform a mytical epic. It was one of her favorite sort of tales, full of romance, deadly battle of the wits, mystical beings, and a sweetly tragic ending. Though she would never had admitted it to the other girls back at the Peach, she shed a tear that was quickly discarded with a handkerchief, smudged with a little khol. She would wash it later.
Though it was humid out in the streets, it had been worse in the packed theater. Blue had enjoyed the escapism, but back on the streets, her mind started to mix with other matters. Wanting for the exercise, she decided to walk back to the brothal, not wishing to linger long in the loud city streets. Suddenly, someone bumped into her hard.
Out of reflex, thinking it to be a thief, she rapidly turned and grabbed a hand, ready to defend herself if necessary.