She was covered in blood.  Her arms and torso were a bloody mess, and the body beneath her was screaming and had to be held down with restraints.  It wasn't a quite night, far from it, no this night was filled with the screams of an angry mother.  A whore who already had six other dirty children, who all sat huddling in the corner watching their mother give birth to the seventh.<br/><br/>Alexa loved watching the birth of children...but she hated this.  She hated knowing that after she left that small child she had held in her arms would be seen as nothing more than a burden, and left for itself to survive among this rag tag family in desperate poverty.  After cutting the umbilical cord, and cleaning the women up as much as she could she collected her small fee and left the small and poverty stricken room.<br/><br/>Her heels striking the ground echoed throughout the night, and she pulls her cloak tighter around her body.  Slipping into her small but cozy room she closes and bolts the door.  Throwing off the cloak she silently walks farther into the room and into what seems like a small closet.  Inside was a small porcelain tub.  And sprouting from the wall was a myriad tangle of pipes and handles.  Pulling on a lever steam starts to spray out of a pipe, and water gushes from nozzle.  Slipping into the tube she lathers up and washes the blood off of her body.  Marks can be seen along her back, arms, legs, and neck.  The marks where proof of her true trade; she might be a mid wife now, but in her heart she was an accomplished suspension artist.  She hugs her knees missing the experience of hanging high into the air with only hooks implanted in her body keeping her up.<br/><br/>After her bath, wearing nothing but a light blue silk robe, and with her hair hanging wet down her back she hears a knock on her door.  Expecting it to be someone needing her services she walks over to the door to let whomever it was in.