<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://allin1dot.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/emily-browning.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The Prostitute</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Samantha "Sam"</span></span><br/><em>Meeting Reggy</em><br/>Character Bio (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=105330.msg4571509#msg4571509);<br/>Scene Soundtrack [noembed]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8N_PXTGdlGw[/noembed]<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>Sam stood there as the boy held up his rat and stared at her with concern. It was the first time some had done so, that is, that didn't want to stick his dick inside of her. Sam remained standing, her wet ebony locks pulled into two messy pig tails. Her cold blue eyes were unblinking, as they kept their contact on Reggy's face. The young girl's skin was pale, almost alabaster in color as beads of water dipped down to race the small curves of her exposed cleavage.<br/><br/>The skirt she wore was black and did little to hide her smooth thighs. Torn fish net stockings covered them from mid thigh down, and her black boots with the numerous laces came just below her knees. The ethereal beauty wasn't shivering, nor did she look distraught as if she had been previously raped. Instead her face betrayed curiosity.<br/><br/>She took a few steps forward. The boy looked like a distant memory. A familiarity that she couldn't quite grasp. "Your rat..." she began, her voice barely above a whisper and devoid of any emotion, "Is your rat hurt?" She gestured to the creature in his hands. Although he didn't visibly look injured, Sam could smell the blood.<br/><br/>Sam's eyes remained unblinking, relentless in its connection to Reggy's. It was only when Reggy stammered if she needed help that she finally broke her gaze and looked to the movie theater. "I don't think you can help me..." the mysterious girl said. Her eyes remained transfixed on the theater. "You work here. I have seen you here before."<br/><br/>Sam's head turned as she faced Reggy once again. The girl seemed more fragile and tired this time around. With a bit of youthful curiosity Sam peered behind Reggy and looked to his bicycle. "Is that yours?" She asked. She had moved closer to him to look, her slender frame wet. Her pink bra was damp and did little to hide the imagination. The young prostitute seemed a bit awkward in conversing, this being the first time in years that she had a conversation with someone whom she wasn't planning on killing.