<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/my%20avatars/doomtown7av_zps641b8122.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lilah 'Li-Li' Oliver<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>There have been a few rumors but who listens to those<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon, closer to evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Den of Eastern Delights<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jia Li, Ezekiel, Mr. Lee<br/><hr/>The young woman seemed pleasant enough though Lilah found it hard to tell if she'd understood what Lilah had tried to say. Was she saying that she was not for sale too? Lilah was mulling this over when she reached back and patted a lump in her back pocket, something was balled up and crammed down in it that made it look like she had a tumor on her otherwise slender bottom. She hardly noticed the man who was watching her, figuring if there was one place to be discreet about staring at people it was outside a whorehouse, and she certainly had no call she'd be of any interest to him at all. As the door opened and the Chinaman in the suit appeared, Lilah had a brief hope that things would run smooth but it was quickly dashed by the elfin young woman who apparently thought she was being downright helpful.<br/><br/>"Huh?! Wait, that's not what I said!" Lilah protested, holding up her hand as if she could just slow everything down and get a word in. To make things worse, Mr. Lee had called that fella over there a law dog which complicated things a hundred percent. She was trying to keep an eye on him and get her point across to Mr. Lee and wasn't sure how good a job she was doing at either thing. She spread her arms out to give everybody a good look. "Do I look like a whore? Mr. Lee, I'm here on th'kinda business that y'don't want to be discussin' on the street. If I could just have a minute of your time I kin explain."<br/>