The eerie atmosphere of the small mining town was quick to rush in through the gap as a young lady opened the door of a modest horse-drawn carriage. The cart she used throughout this unpleasant journey was a lot older and cheaper than what the young woman was accustomed to ride, but so was the small town she found herself in. Her life had changed drastically during the last month. Still, she would have chosen peasantry over her abusive husband any day. The mean businessman, the rich shoe manufacturer whom Grace had murdered during a heated argument. It all had happened too quickly, but the act couldn’t have been really considered an accident. He had always been a resourceful man, a thug even when his business grew bigger. The men loyal to her deceased husband were after her, to make her meet their boss in the afterlife.<br/><br/>The moment Grace stepped out of the carriage, the mud and dirt under her feet one more time reminded the woman of the lowly life style she had to put up with from now on. She still had a long journey ahead, one that the woman had to embark on alone. “Uuh.” Already feeling quite disgusted, but mostly of herself, the twenty five year old woman took a few steps forward to stand next to the exposed driver’s seat. She didn’t blame the man for not helping her out of the cart, the poor guy was in a bad shape. That would be the last time she spoke to her kindly driver. “Thank you for everything.” She offered her gratitude. It was nice to know that she still had friends.<br/><br/>“It was a pleasure Ma’am.” The young man nodded from his seat above the ground. It was his idea to drop the woman in Onyx Landing. During one his many travels, he had stayed here before. Knowing the owner of the brothel to be a trusty woman, he figured his former lady could rest and hide here for a few days without much trouble. As a farewell, the man raised his canteen, his only remaining companion for the rest of the journey. In return, Grace oddly offered her driver an awkward smile. To show her gratification, the woman slightly bent her knees out and bowed a little. Sadly, she was all alone from now on. As a necessary precaution, no one should know her whereabouts. That included the very gentleman who gave her a ride. It would take more or less a day before the poison she poured into the man’s canteen kicked in. Strangely, the necessity of this tasteless act had only occurred to her when her carriage entered the shadow of the nearby mountain in the distance.<br/><br/>While the single horse that drew the cart began to move on cue, Grace strode towards the building. Since she had no business in brothels, she neither knew the place as a house of prostitution, nor recognized the distinct features of one the place might have. Her striped white dress was long, reaching down to her feet. Hem of the garment collected dust and dirt off the floor with the woman’s steps. It was easy to notice she didn’t belong to this place. The town was pretty much wilderness for her. Her hands were used to grab a parasol, and not the grip of a pistol. A black belt that she paired with her white dress helped her to emphasize her waistline, though it was doubtful what would be the purpose of that in such a place. Offering only a subtle cleavage, her garment hugged her chest well, giving more volume to her relatively modest bust. Dark brown strands of her long hair swayed behind her as the woman approached the entrance of the brothel, trying not to look around too much to draw a low profile.<br/><br/>As some helpful folk across the road unpacked and lifted some heavy looking crates behind her,<a class="link link--external" href="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/ae6ee440-e38d-4089-9741-6d540dc19e89/d23ojbw-758a5de8-25e3-4b17-ba9c-0ba24d7648e6.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2FlNmVlNDQwLWUzOGQtNDA4OS05NzQxLTZkNTQwZGMxOWU4OVwvZDIzb2pidy03NThhNWRlOC0yNWUzLTRiMTctYmE5Yy0wYmEyNGQ3NjQ4ZTYuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.swfqy_fXl2EllFSs9VUkzWCm1BYkDPOVGEveDwbk0qs" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Grace</a>entered the Dusky Belle, the building she actually thought to be an inn. While she tried to draw a low profile, a newspaper wouldn’t have helped her, but if that meant the town’s residents knew how to read, that was a welcoming fact. Stepping in, Grace’s eyes quickly scanned the place and the current visitors it housed. She was yet to know which of them were patrons, and who ran the establishment. However, she could still make guesses. Once inside, only after keenly eyeing the people within the walls, the woman offered a nod as a matter of form. From brute to noble, the brothel seemed to have a variety of visitors in theses relatively early hours of the day. The long trip had made the young brunette hungry. So, she headed towards the bar counter, finding a stool to climb on top to rest her tender rear. “Good morning.” She greeted the bartender with a plain voice. Feeling famished, she wasn’t picky when it came to what the brothel served as breakfast. Upon receiving her plate, her curious eyes darted towards the big dog that accompanied who seemed to be a well-mannered wealthy lady, certainly not the type of person she would have expected to find in such a town. Unlike the armed blonde who petted the creature, Grace wasn’t very fond of these noble beasts, since she was scared of them, especially big ones like the one in the brothel. “Thank you.” She nodded at the bartender. The woman grabbed her breakfast plate and moved to a far corner to sit at a distant table to have her meal. It would also act as a vantage point for the young woman as she not so discreetly gazed the people from her seat.