The city was at first, lower class.<br/>The streets and buildings mostly consisted of fine brick, with the houses being built up against one another. That was the end of the pleasantries.<br/>The streets were crawling with wild animals, dogs, cats, the occasional raccoon. There were a few beggars here and there, cuddled in corners and arch ways. A elderly women sat on a set of stairs leading up to a second floor on one of the houses. she wore rags and was covered in mud. Some low leaning parts of the road was flooded with brown water that was knee high.<br/><br/>Cynthia stood up straighter, placing her luggage onto the ground. She grinned wickedly and grab a hold of Damains arm. She looked up at him with pleading eyes. "you won't leave me? right..." she would crawl her fingers up his arm. Speaking seductively, "Damain...." She pushes her whole body against him. She let him look at her extravagant body.<br/><br/>Damain choked, coffing for a second as the slave held him. His feelings before, the feelings towards her changed quickly. He wanted to hold her, protect her. He wanted to run his hand down her body and own her for his own. As she leaned on him, he held her firmly up. He nearly dropped his own luggage.<br/><br/>Beggars from around, both male and female stared at the stunning Cynthia. She glowed a faint purple and emitted her lust, her attractiveness grew amongst the group.