<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/>Much to Lilah's relief Mr. Lee waved the law dog off so at least for now they might have a little privacy to do some talking. Mr. Lee gave her a look as she stepped through the doorway that made her wonder if there was a little more going on behind his spectacles than he let on. She felt uneasy when she stepped into the brothel, not because she'd never been in one before but because she had, though this wasn't the sort of place her mother ever worked in. The thick stench of opium made her want to retch -- alcohol had been her mother's escape of choice -- and having seen the first woman's dead eyed capitulation she couldn't stand it to take another gander of any of them. That could have been her, different circumstances, if she got desperate enough, if there hadn't been Jack. She'd like to think she'd have been strong enough to find her own way but probably lots of girls that ended up their backs thought that at one point or another. When they got where they were going and Lee spoke again, Lilah had to blink at the transformation. He sounded a lot like the very law dog he commented on.<br/><br/>"I dunno why I caught his attention, I ain't nobody," Lilah said with a slight shake of her head, still wondering about the change in Mr. Lee. "But on to business. The short of it is I have a message for Captain Sim Yut-San and I'm told you're the man to help me get to 'em."<br/>