Alexa was a beautiful women, all grace and sensual curves.  Her fair skin and light blind hair gave her an otherworldly appearance that many said reminded them of an angel of light.  Indeed she was like a rare white flower trapped in time, She was blessed with the gift of youthfulness, not looking a day over 18 even now when she was in her 26th year.  Her small frame made men want to protect her, and her beauty made women hate her.  She was in fact unaware of her good fortune, wishing that she had been born plainer, because most of the problems in her life had been caused by the way she looked.<br/><br/>Because she was no fool and knew the consequences of being an attractive women, living alone in a large bustling city, she carried around a small, but non the less deadly knife.  This she fingered, its weight comforting in her pocket.  Walking lightly to the door, she reaches out and grasps the knob, blade gripped in her other hand.  When the door opened she's surprised to see a small urchin kid, bowler cocked sideways, standing outside her door.  She didn't lessen her grip on the blade, knowing that this could be a trick.<br/><br/>"Hello young sir, how may I help you this evening?"  She was sure this would be some kind of scam or trick, but she wasn't one to judge too quickly so she gave him a warm smile and tightened her robes opening.