The clothing room smelled musty, like many of these trunks of gathered and scavenged outfits hadn't seen the outside in decades. Maybe that was how the general population in Serena's liked it, she thought. Before long, Elly settled on something simple, though in truth she was hoping for as little attention as possible on her very first...assignment, they called it.<br/><br/>The main room of the Den was bustling with the sound of tumbling dice, the clinking of coins and the stench of sweat as the new girl walked in.  A tight, smooth leather top rounded about her C-cup breasts, tied around her neck and her upper back  by a flimsy network of strings. Her midriff was left bare, much to the annoyance of her escort who explained to her that tattoo art and maybe even "a cute little slutty piercing for you!" would be a sure-fire way to get more eyes on her. Still, she compromised by making her leggings ride low below her hip bones, adorned with a studded belt. She winced as the leather chaps squeezed her nether-regions and gave off this odd little series of creaking sounds as she walked. It was pretty obvious that she had...something...tightly stuffed between her legs, sleek though the pants were. "Something righ' proper out of the Chemical Valley, you are...relic o' the West or sommat. Now get out there and get some!" another sharp swat on her ass left her underlying skin stinging as she wandered through the crowds, making no real effort to make eye contact.<br/><br/>It wasn't until she heard her name being called from the bar. "ELLY! Customer for ya!" she hurried over, her breasts wobbling uneasily in that tight outfit. She was given a piece of paper with a room number on it, and was directed hastily upstairs to what the tender called the "Peephole" rooms. Probably was riddled like a brick of swiss cheese, she imagined. Sadly, a smudge from the blotted ink obscured the true number, leading Elly towards a room where she encountered a dark-cloaked figure who was already moving her way into the room and shutting the door firmly behind her. She blinked. Did she have the right room? She was told there was only one inside to see...still, she didn't want to mess up the first job. She placed her hands upon her hips, tossing away the paper as she knocked on the door. "...room service." she called out in the sweetest voice she could manage.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>