Lasciel smoothed down her clothes and looked up and down the narrow alley between the two trailers. The bloody dust in which the man had exploded was already drying into nothingness, but it would be better if nobody noticed it for a few more moments, until it disappeared altogether. He had been a ridiculously easy bit of prey; his puny soul hadn't even resisted her. Too bad he was a barely passable fuck, but at least that made the job quicker.<br/><br/>She headed towards Norka's trailer, ignoring the gawking that always accompanied her presence. The strong man was in, done with his own pandering to the crowd. He wasn't too bad as trolls went, perhaps a bit too blue in the skin, but much sharper than what fairytales made his kind to appear. 'You have something for me?' he rasped.<br/><br/>Without a word, Lasciel pulled her waistband down a little, revealing a red gem like a ruby in her navel. She tugged it out with a little effort, as if it were stuck, and handed it to Norka, who turned it around in his palm with a toothy grin. 'Good girl. Keep reeling them in, and all will go well.'<br/><br/>The corner of Lasciel's mouth lifted in a bit of a sneer. Norka had no idea of her definition of 'go well'. He merely assured her of the Parade's shelter, as long as she paid her rent... in a way fitting her nature. The rest would be her own job. She turned around and sashayed out once more.