<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<br/><hr/>Lilah strode down the street, wary and alert, her hands jammed in her pockets as she felt naked without her gun. She'd left the Colt with her gear on her horse, not wanting to antagonize anyway, though she still wore her knife on her belt. A knife was another matter as folks had lots of uses for those that didn't bring harm to no one and she had to have something or she'd feel like a cat without claws. She'd taken great pains to clean up, carefully brush her hair out, and wear the best shirt she had as she took representing Jack dead serious and wanted to reflect well on him. It was a part of town she generally avoided as despite her appearance it was as alien to her, not only the words but the language of the crowd she passed through was incomprehensible to her. The Chinese immigrants were so different from what she knew she found them hard to read and reading folks had been one of the main reasons she'd survived in those years before Jack so it felt like having one of her senses gone not being able to anticipate the reactions of those around. There had never really been any incentive to learn their ways when the only thing that was clear is that she was just as unwelcome with them as she was with the whites.<br/><br/>The Den of Earthly Delights. Lilah couldn't read the words but she'd had the sign described to her and knew she was in the wrong place but hesitated on the street, feeling reluctant to enter the whorehouse to the devil knew what kind of reception. As she drew closer there was a smell coming from the place that set her teeth on edge and she moved a bit to get a better vantage point, maybe to watch a few coming and goings before she went in when she saw a slight figure move around to the back of the building. Thinking maybe she had an option to walking in the front door with the clients Lilah quickly followed, hoping the young woman was some kind of worker who could let her in the back way. Lilah slowed as she approached, a slight figure herself but still standing inches above the other woman.<br/><br/>"'scuse me, miss, but do y'work here?" Lilah asked. She had no reason to believe the girl could speak English, judging by appearance she was as Chinese as you could get, but Lilah had to try. Lilah didn't speak to her too loud and too slow like folks did to her either the woman would understand her or she wouldn't. "I need to see Mr. Lee on some business. Do you know Mr. Lee? It's got nothin' t'do with Whorin' so I'd rather not walk in th'front."<br/>