>>6116773She grins, her sharp blue eyes glistening.
“Just the tits?” She chuckles, enjoying the glint of interest in the guys’ eyes. At another time she would enjoy drawing him along for a bit of fun. By the end of the night, she’d be a few <span class="mu-i">sghei</span> richer and he’d be one liver poorer, but this is not the right moment to indulge.
“Oh, that’s just the start…” he grins, and is about to take a step towards her, when one of his companions grasps him by his shoulder.
“Wait. Look.” He points at the locks of silver hair sticking out of her hood. The smuggler goes pale and looks away, spitting on the floor again.
She pouts. Sometimes she wonders if she shouldn’t dye her hair… it’s become a bit of a calling card. Sometimes it spoils the fun.
As she gets ready to leave him behind, she hears a wail. There’s a womanly figure, hunched over by the entrance, holding out a empty hand. Something in it seems familiar, even if she’s covered head to toe in grey, dirty rags. She holds in her lap the contorted shape of a wailing lamb. The poor creature’s eyes bulging out of its misshapen head, its torso contorted to an S-shape from some malformation, scrawny limbs and bent hooves hooked against its matted fur. Probably she keeps it to attract the rich patrons’ attention.
She scoffs and throws a silver coin or two into the woman’s palm.
Then she steps past the entrance, and the club welcomes her with its music, its perfumes and its atmosphere, so different from the one above. Zena may be a bustling city of trades and filth, but its underbelly holds, just like the ugliest of clams, the most beautiful of pearls.
Amidst alabaster walls, filigree curtains and golden chandeliers, the club reveals more hidden figures like her, sitting and talking, chatting and drinking. Some of them wear masks, but it’s a pointless affectation. Everyone knows each other here.
“Madama Candente,” says a cute valet girl, dressed in a red dress that does very nice things to her chest, holding out a hand. “Your cloak, if you were so kind.”
[cont.]
