<strong>Desdemona Pratz AKA Miss Orchid</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/67/Desdemona_attire3.jpg)</div>Desdemona was flooring her Ferrari down the interstate. The early evening air was in her hair, the night was announcing itself to be warm and she was driving to nowhere in particular. As her father had cut off one perk after another, he had allowed her to keep her car and hadn’t been stingy when it came to gas money, so she found herself just driving around idly more and more. It wasn’t as if there was much else exciting to do in her shitty town, not counting her work at the Gulch.<br/><br/>She sang along with Lana Del Rey on the stereo when she was interrupted by the sound of her phone. She would have ignored the ringing if she did not recognize the acronym that flashed across her dashboard. OMH. The code she had put into her phone for Old Man Harris. She pressed the button behind the wheel to accept the call.<strong> “What can I do for you, baby?”</strong>She coed over the sound of her engine.<strong> “Orchid darling, I need you to get your pretty little behind to the Gulch as soon as possible. I got several no-shows and more patrons than girls to service them.” </strong>Desdemona considered it for a moment. She hadn’t planned on going to the Gulch that night, it was her shift anyway. But she had nothing better to do…<br/><br/><strong>“Alright baby, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes…”</strong>She took the nearest exit and then raced back to New Harrisville Falls. Dusk had truly settled in by the time she drove up the dirt road to Old Man Harris’ brothel. She parked her car at the far end of the small lot and then made her way to the back door. She hadn’t brought any other clothes, so she just went down the stairs in the clothes she had been wearing* when Harris called her. She didn’t figure she would be wearing them very long anyway. When she made it downstairs, she noticed Dark was there. She swore underneath her breath, she hadn’t planned on fucking him that night. He could be fun in small doses, but she would hate the Gulch if she was to service him every time. Thankfully Amethyst and Indigo seemed to have captured all of his attention, so she had no trouble slipping by the three of them and sliding onto an empty bar stool next to a slightly lost-looking young man.<strong>“Well hello there baby, you’re looking mighty lonely…” </strong>She flashed him a smile and crossed her legs.<br/><br/><hr/>*<em>see picture for her attire</em>