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Masquerade Ball
The Whore worked late into the night. Her feet ached and her stomach growled. Her heavy steps hunted down the cobbled ally, her eyes searching for that drunken client to earn a few pennies. Rosy cheeks and painted lips disguised her strained face smudging in the light rain.
The Thief sheltered in the dank doorway of the rotting bar, the lights dimmed as the last customers left, shivered as a gust of wind chilled his spine. His muddy face took on the form of a young child, no more than ten, with big, hooded, blue eyes and gaunt features. His eyes searching for that drunken fool with his money tied loosely to his belt as he walked slowly down the cobbled ally.
The Pimp grinned as his last whore and hired thief trailed into his den as he greedily counted his earnings. His stained teeth and red nose spoke of nights spent in bars feeding on amber liquid. Life was easy. As long as everyone knows your boss in this masquerade ball of Tortuga.
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