Alice was sick of feeling sore and dirty everyday
Everyday it was the same thing ; wake up and try to pleasure as many customers as possible for the coin . Alice hated it , hated herself for what she had to do , everyday , she felt as hollow as death itself , and as much as she tried to scrub away the filth of being a whore , she always felt as dirty as she had been before stepping into the water that was always mingled with her tears .
Alice's own mother had been a whore , everyday her mother had come home from work , Alice would see a new injury and kiss it better for her mother , whose only joy in the world was her little girl .
Alice had never known who her father was , but after realising the woes of being a whore herself , Alice suspected that her father had been a customer of her mothers .
Whoever her father was , Alice didn't want to know , her mother had always been the mother AND father in her little life , and she certainly looked a lot like her mother with her golden hair , porcelain skin and amber gleaming eyes .
when her mother passed on one day when she was three and ten years old , Alice didn't know where to go when her mother did not return from work that day , and when her mothers boss , who was the boss of the Winter Town Brothel , found her after her mother did not turn up to work , so as to keep the customers coming , her mothers boss demanded that she take her mothers place .
That's when she realised what her mothers job was that was so terrible .
It wasn't only her customers that left their bruises , but also , the brothels owner , of whom all the other whores avoided at all costs .
Now , six and ten years old , Alice couldn't recall a day she dreamed of running from the brothel to Winterfell , to look for a job as a maid or a cook even , but her work as a whore always got in the way of her dream .
"No respectful lord , would ever employ , a whore such as you" spat the brothels owner when she had told him of her intentions to go to Winterfell
Her dreams had being crushed then , but she had always kept them close , to distract her when a new customer came , drunken with a rough voice and needy hands .