Morning seemed to take decades to arrive. The sun still hiding behind the dark clouds, as the streets began to fill. The smell of fresh baked bread and rain filled her nostrils, smiling at the memory they targeted. Strands of ebony hair fell past her face, which was roughly pinned against an alley wall.  Green eyes focusing on the image below them, a set of two legs; one behind the other. *This is taking to long* She thought, yet remaining silent. *I have places to be....*<br/><br/>"Didn' knaw ya' gypsies were thi' fun." The voice behind interrupted her thoughts as he continued to pound Talea against the wall. Her palms flat upon the stone as the man took her from behind. Taking the chance to flip her hair, placing the side of her face on the wall. "What can we say... we're exotic." She said playfully. He just chuckled dryly, averting his attention back to her position. His fingers dug into her hips trying to lift the skirt higher than it was, hoping to get a view of their 'union'. Her stockings began to slip off her thighs, caused by the friction between his hips and her backside. His moans were vivid while hers were silent. She obviously wasn't having as much fun as he was, lying  every time he asked if it 'felt good'.<br/><br/>He finally took hold of her black hair, tugging it harshly. Her eyes looking up at him as her neck cocked to the side. She can still smell the cheap whiskey he was having the night before. "Ya ready?" He asked, flashing a confident grin. She mimicked his smile, feeling his pressure swell within her. Without a word, Talea lifted her head higher and planted a small kiss upon his lips while he climaxed. Lips only inches apart,  as she inhaled deeply. He froze, words only turning into dry gasps for air.  His eyes wide as the gypsy sucked his life from his very lips. His grip on her waist weakened, falling back onto the muddy pavement lifeless. His once smooth skin was now pale and wrinkled. His eyes held no color, similar to a empty canvas. Just another soul less victim of  lovely homunculus.<br/><br/>Talea fixed herself, adjusting her skirt and blouse,raking her mane with her fingers. Wiping any of his residue from her person and tossing the cloth upon his dead body. She grinned wildly heading out the alley and into the city.<br/><br/>"Hmm.. Where to next?" She asked herself with that exotic accent she holds. "Ah. City Hall.No?" Chuckles follow before clicking her heels and beginning her way to the building. She had orders to follow, and now that she has fed, she can actually concentrate this time.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>