<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/Chestnut.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Nell Robinson<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>25 December 1875<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Streets of Gomorra<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tommy Flanagan, closed<br/><hr/><br/>She lingered near the doorway of one of the saloons, soaking up the lively music of a piano, tinny and cheerful, not so much what she was used to hearing and playing back home, though this one seemed to touch a chord in her and she hummed along as she moved on, nothing but the swirling of snow to accompany her.  It was nice, and it was lonely too, but at least there was nothing to worry on here, like the expectations of her parents back in England.  She refused to be tied down to someone who never cared to know anything about her but the sizeable dowry...<br/><br/>Suddenly, the arm of a strong man snaked out from between two buildings, caught her about the waist and pulled her into the dark with him,  "Purty girl like you with a purty voice like that shouldn't spend her time alone, don'tcha think, little lady?"<br/><br/>With whiskey on his breath and a rock-hard bulge pressed against her belly, there was no question what he wanted.  She shoved hard against his chest, fire in her eyes.  "Not with the likes of you.  I can do with my time to myself what I like, and you can't pay me enough..."<br/><br/>The man, he looked to be one of the filthy, dirt-poor miners new to town, sneered down at her as he grabbed her hands and slammed her up against the clapboard wall, heedless of the attention it might bring, his lips brought close (and with it the stench of his breath), as if to kiss her.  "The likes of me?  Purty talk, too.  Yer just a whore like the rest of 'em.  'Cept you're purtier than the ones down the way.  I like 'em purty, with allern teeth."  He grinned lecherously at her before one hand reached down to flip up her skirt, groping between her legs.<br/><br/>"Yeah, just like 'em..." he muttered hotly, as he pushed a finger into her roughly, and she screamed.