<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/>The giant centipede might as well have been skittering up her spine and not across the bars of a cage for the creepified feeling it gave her knowing she'd been standing so close to it. She'd seen a lot of vermin street but never saw anything like that before -- it looked like something from a tall tale. And the mice, she didn't exactly want to watch the little critters tear each other up but it was hard to look away. She'd thought Lee was preparing something for one of his girls but seeing the effect that such a tiny amount had on the mice, she doubted that's what he was giving them. No, he wouldn't want them scrabbling and violent, not with paying customers' lives on the line.<br/><br/>Behind the unpleasantness she was being shown there was another issue -- Lee's game, whatever it was. The why of it, that he was revealing this to her -- the room, the powder, the critters -- just intimidation? Or was he just likely to show off to anybody who wandered in? One thing for sure, she would rather tussle with that damn centipede then be alone in a room with him again. Whether it was the black kerchief that done it or not, she was just relieved he was finally in the mood to wrap up business.<br/><br/>"Thank you Mr. Lee, much appreciated," Lilah said, knowing she couldn't afford to monkey around with the contact whatever her feelings about Mr. Lee. Lordy she was hankering to get out of this place. "If we can just get that arranged I won't trouble you any further."<br/>