Lyra meandered through the milling crowds, finding herself on the path through Boiling girl alley towards her destination.<br/><br/>The Hawkers are busy screaming over each other in a war to sell their wares. A heavily pregnant woman walks by holding a thick wrap of some kind of meat, which would be unrecognisable if it wasn't for the cauled bright blue eye hanging out the top. The woman takes a huge bite, and the eye pops in her mouth as she swallows the piping hot food. It smells delicious to the starving Lyra.<br/><br/>Lyra looks around at the girls in the tall boilers, kicking and squirming as they are cooked alive. It was a slim line for a vagabond like Lyra... between being a Scout, and being tomorrow's lunch. Girls of all ages and builds, hair and body colours are moaning and squealing as the bubbling liquids slowly convert them into steaming piles of bound meat.<br/><br/>As she walked through them, thanks to her Scout training, she immediately reckognised the signs of Venus Mantraps at the end of the lane. The vermin plants seemed pretty full and happy, no immediate danger to her. Well, until the closest one shuddered and excreted the remains of a small child into the small sticky pile of bones beneath the cluster. The others seemed to be still digesting their meals though. Unholy screaming could be heard from within the one next to it, as the bulky form of a muscled man jerked in convulsive spasms within it.<br/><br/>Most of the crowd must have known it was there somehow, and sidestepped around the Man-Trap's tongue range expertly. Lyra stopped a moment to smell the delicious fragrance of the meats, and then decided what she was going to do next.