A loud crashing sound is heard down by the docks. The sound of a carriage caving sideways and spilling its contents, and the passenger across the stinking, sodden dock floor.<br/><br/>Alexia let out a derisive huff as she laid sprawed amongst the many fine silken gowns and fabrics spilling out of her upturned luggage, now sodden. The woman herself shared a similar face. Pushing herself to her feet with a click from her heels, she puffed out her cheeks in a less than satisfied manner.<br/><br/>Alexia Dubois was a regal individual. A woman of both high nobility and stature. Her wild, and volumous raven locks flowed down just past her shoulders loosely. The hair on her left side brushed over one ear. Her visage was rather regal. High cheekbones. A sleek and shapely nose, a pair of shimmering lilac eyes, like glittering genstone and a set of curvacious and plump lips. Giving her the impression of a beautiful, divine woman in her early thirties. Both eyes had a very light dosage of eyeliner, her lashes fluttering like avian wings. Her cheeks had an ample dusting of countour. Giving her an even more beautiful look. As if chiseled from marble. Her lips had a very subtle, but life-like painting of creamy lipstick and just above her top lip, her burlesque look was finished off with a cute little black dot. She carried an enticing, yet natural beauty to her. Barely even hindered by the bitchy and pouty downward sneer of her lips as she glanced across the docks with a scowl.<br/><br/>Alexia's figure was curvacious and elegant. Her hips were wide and womanly, joining down into a beautiful and bubbly heart-shaped rear. Her waist was relatively thin. Arched slightly in an hourglass figure. Her lucious visage didn't stop there. To finish off her divine form, she also had an ample, and round bust.<br/><br/>Alexia wore a tight-fitting, but elegant and practical nobles garb. She had a pair of knee-high, high heeled riding boots on her feet. Matching the shape of her legs. On her hips, she wore a pair of black tight fitting, yet elegantly noble riding pants. Both made of a lucious, soft velvet. On her torso, she wore a beautiful black and white riding corset. Frills around the waist, collar and sleeve-endings. The corset was tight enough to accentuate her shapely and round bust, despite the black and white velted covering her shoulders and bust modestly. On her hands she wore a pair of soft, white riding gloves.<br/><br/>"Aldron! Aldron!"<br/><br/>And older man with a balding scalp, dressed in a fine butlers garb approached Alexia from behind the broken cart with a shaky, timid look to him. As if beaten doen by years of verbal abuse from his ward.<br/><br/>"Y-yes, m'lady?" The butler mumbled.<br/><br/>"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you over the sound of your simpering, Aldron. Oh, do give me a break! You crash my fathers wagon, and now you've not the decency to even grovel! Bah... clean up this mess and find me a room for the evening, before I fire you and hire someone more worthy of the role.... Don't just stand there! Chop, chop!"<br/><br/>The old man jumps out of his skin. Nodding repeatedly:<br/><br/>"Yes, m'lady! Very well, m'lady!"<br/><br/>Alexia let out a disgusted huff. Shaking her head and turning to depart toward the main settlement of booty:<br/><br/>"Pathetic, Aldron. Truly pathetic.."<br/><br/><br/>Alexia walked with her chin held high and an elegant, well practised sway to her steps as she moved through the streets. Offering the passing beggar or neer'do'wel and disgusted sneer, or a shooing motion, with a delicate gloved fingers. The light was getting low now. The evening just beginning. In the gloom, Alexia spotted a sign in the distance. The Bobbing Head Tavern. Upon seeing the lewd nature of the sign, she'd exhale another sneer, but began moving toward the establishment, regardless. It was late, and the noble heiress would rather not be caught out in the dark alone.<br/><br/>The door to the tavern shot open with a slam, as Alexia marched past the lewd attendants and less than savoury patrons, straight toward the bar. Eyeing the woman across the counter, she barked in a snooty, and rather bitchy tone:<br/><br/>"I'd like to see your manager, now. I've the coin to pay, and i'm looking for your best room with as much distance from the rabble as possible. Quickly, now. Chop chop."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>