<span style="font-weight: bold">for Misha, Jules and Aethon</span><br/><br/>The door rattles, then swings open, and a pair of pretty girls stagger in. Their dresses ape finery, but they're far to revealing, and show the telltale signs of cleaned dirt and too many repairs. Dockside whores...<br/><br/>Knowledge (local), DC 10<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Most of the dockside trade is run by the bawdyhouses. Streetwalking 'independents' struggle to make a living, turning quick, cheap tricks on the streets. Sometimes the guard clear them out - but only when the bawdyhouse bosses bribe them to. Nobody much cares about women like these, and their lives will probably be spent within five years. It's not very likely anyone would come looking or ask questions if they disappeared...</div></div></div><br/><br/>"Pretty music," one of them murmurs, and they both giggle beneath their half-glazed eyes. Their steps are staggering, as if drunk, and they lean against each-other for support. "Sing s'more," the other pleads, her dress half-slipping from her shoulder. She doesn't notice, or at least, doesn't bother to pull it up. "Please?"<br/><br/>Both Aethon's and Misha's predatory instincts flash, at the prescence of<span style="font-style: italic">wounded prey</span>...