<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>Mr. Lee<br/><hr/>Lilah was mighty glad to be heading into the backroom and out of sight of the strung out whores who were so far gone they probably didn't know where they were anymore or what was being done to them. The latter was a mercy, the only one they would likely ever get. Lilah didn't understand none of it, not how something could have such a power over you that you'd do anything for it...not why a man would want to stick a cock in something so unmoving and unaware he might as well go and dig up a fresh corpse...why a Chinaman would let Chinese women be treated this way even for the money. Lilah wasn't a philosopher like Jack and couldn't put it into words but she knew deep in her bones that there was something so wrong here it would never be right again, not until these poor girls were gone and the brothel burned down and the ground salted. She mentally scolded herself for sounding like a greenhorn, even to herself. It wasn't like she didn't know how life worked on the street, that money and desperation would make a person do just about anything, and that none of it was one god-damned bit of her business. She had a job to do and there was nothing she could do about it anyway. One person giving a damn couldn't fix anything -- unless you were Jack. And even so, it was taking him a long while.<br/><br/>Her relief at getting a break from the display of misery was short-lived, lasting only as long as the few seconds it took for the stench to wash over her and her eyes to take in the details of the place. She wasn't naive but she was young and she didn't realize at first what this terrible room was for. She knew how white brothels worked, of course, and they could be ugly for sure but when it finally came over her what went on in her and why she thought she was going to vomit for sure. Her eyes flickered from the stains of the table to the hookah to Mr. Lee who was looking at her entirely too closely. It began a regret she hadn't brought her gun. Lee brought her here for a reason, either because he wanted to get his hands on that law dog's money or as a threat, either way that knife in her boot was itching to come out. Suddenly being a nobody standing in this room with this twisted devil seemed like a very bad idea.<br/><br/>"Well, I suppose that's true, I ain't a nobody exactly.<em>I</em>think I'm somebody, 'course, and pleased to say, I ain't the only one," she managed to say though her jaw just wanted to clench and she just wanted to run out like a spooked cat. It was important she didn't let on how rattled she was though, that would just be giving him what he wanted. She slid her hands into her pockets and took a couple steps in, not getting too close to the table but rearranging herself so she could see if anybody tried to come in the door behind her. "I'm doin' all right for myself. But gettin' to the meat of it, I need to arrange a meetin' with the captain, to the mutual benefit of both parties involved so I don't think he'd wanna miss the chance."<br/><br/>She was bluffing, a little, She didn't exactly know what Jack had in mind but she also knew Jack was too smart to approach Captain Sim Yut-San without something to offer.<br/>