<div class="floatleft">(https://i9.fuskator.com/large/glBFyevQcXI/Skinny-Blonde-Goldie-A-with-Small-Tits-from-Met-Art-Wearing-Heels-36.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Isaya<br/><strong>Location:</strong>1st Floor Opium Den<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>The chime announcing one of their<em>special</em>guests arriving, drew her from the darkness of her thoughts as she leaned against the door frame to the Opium Den. She'd been there for who knew how long after escorting her last client out the front door. He'd been a sweet kid, a bit nerdy but by the end of the night she'd opened his eyes to the world a little more. She could only imagine the stories he'd tell when he got back to the frat house. A small smile curving her lips at how awkward he had been when presenting the coin his uncle had given him when he graduated. The trepidation and insecurity had been cute and the night almost sweet, especially when he insisted on leaving her his fraternity hoodie with its confusing Greek symbols that she knew nothing about. The look of satisfaction and joy on his face when she'd slid it over her naked chest after squirming into a tight pair of leggings, had most likely guaranteed a repeat customer.<br/><br/>The others must be rising and ready to work and she should probably join them, but yet still she lingered, drawn back to peer into the depths of the room and its assortment of sweet release that even now cried out to her. There were times she'd find herself outside the doors, the cool metal of the handle the only thing stopping and bringing her to her senses as her body cried out in craving for what it once loved. That was some days, but not today, today she was strong, today she would win yet another step back from the darkness.<br/><br/>A sip of ice cold tea caused her to flinch in disgust as she whipped her head back, long golden tresses skittering across the shoulders and hood of her new oversize garment as she glowered accusingly at the offending beverage. Sweet Clancy had only just brought her this...hadn't he? With a faint sigh she reached out and slammed the door with a resounding thud, an itch growing beneath her skin that she refused to scratch. So instead her little bare feet with brightly painted blue nails glided across the floor as she ascended the steps and took in the quickly populating room.