<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://gunsofold.com/marshal_badge_silver_balltip.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon, closer to evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Den of Eastern Delights<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Jia Li, Li-Li, Mycroft<br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d1/Mrlee.png)</div>Mr. Lee actually paused at Mycroft's offer, blinking in surprise.<em>A fool and his money...</em>He looked back, then his eyes narrowed.  If he pressed Li-Li into service against her will, he would be charged criminally.  As much as he would like to split such a promising offer with her, there was no way he could make a promise of it.<br/><br/>“We see,” he said curtly.  “She not take job yet.  You go around front, wait.”<br/><br/>Then he opened the door for Li-Li, letting her within, his eyes searching her face for a moment.  He closed the door behind them both – there was little but a back changing area, a few buckets of water, a small rack to change sheets and clothes.  Through a door of hanging beadwork, there was the sickly sweet stink of opium, and a dozen women that lay in states of torpor.  A few were with clients – though it was clear they weren't entirely 'with' their clients.  They seemed lost in a haze, oblivious to the noxiously dirty miners who were thrusting into women who did little more than grunt as they were violated.  Some didn't even open their eyes.<br/><br/>The thick Cantonese accent was replaced with a lightly clipped British accent.<br/><br/>“The lawdog seems to have taken a keen interest in you.  What brings you to my backdoor?”