<a class="link link--external" href="https://imgur.com/a/h65lOtK" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Spencer Purcell</a>kicked at the gravel that had loosed from a nearby pothole.  A small rock bounced several times and settled into the middle of the street, just before a passing truck knocked it once more out of sight.  His car was late.  The fresh Naked City immigrant was beginning to wonder whether he'd been taken for a ride, by<i>not </i>being taken on the ride he had paid for up-front.  The few taxi services he had called all refused the trip the moment he mentioned the mansion, so he'd opted to solicit for ride services on the internet, knowing full well the risks that entailed.  No cost was too great for discovery, after all.<br/><br/>A car with a single broken headlight rattled noisily up next to him, its body dented and greying, speckled with rust and bird droppings.  Spencer climbed carefully into the backseat and swung his satchel around his body and into his lap.  As the car made its way toward the mansion gates at the bottom of the hill, the young doctorate student pulled out his notebook and scribbled "Unknown - Ride to Mansion - $200" just below the lines that said "Kayce - Access - $500" and "Flashlight - $40".  "No cost too great..." he murmured to himself.<br/><br/>The mansion had been the biggest reason he'd moved to Naked City and then spent the greater part of the week trying to figure out how to get inside.  Fortune finally looked favorably upon him and put him in touch with someone claiming to be from the streets.  They promising him not just access but a personal guide, and said guide, he presumed as the car pulled up, was the one whose face was lit from the glow of the cigarette.  Next to her was a buxom redhead who didn't look nearly as eager to be here as he was, though he didn't mind the company.<br/><br/>He stepped out of the vehicle right in front of the two, his heart beating with excitement and his mind buzzing with anticipation.  He smiled at them, looked up at the mansion with both hands on his hips, and drew in a deep breath.  The thick cloud of dust kicked up by the car and rancid smoke blown from Jamie's lips burned his lungs.<br/><br/>By way of introduction, he coughed.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="45164" data-username="@InsaynePayne" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/45164/">@InsaynePayne</a>