On the outside, i show little emotion, only what any other woman would feel, while on the inside, im between cheering and longing to slit this cretins throat. He's killed before, i can tell that much, men, but also women.Women that he chatted up in here and violated later on.<br/><br/>Before the night is over, he will be either dead, or unable to ever force himself on a woman again. So i ply him with mug after mug, as well as fresh food, anything to keep him talking.<br/><br/>As he finally opens up to my question, one that i hoped would get him to boast about his importance here, as most men like to, i hide my smile and order him another full mug.<br/><br/>The House of Crimson is news to me. I had only heard of them in passing, and the one who told me what little he knew was killed  the next day. I debated what to do, let him try to violate me,or take him down before he got the chance.<br/><br/>It might be fun to let him think that he has the upper hand, then when he tries to rape me, i;ll fight back and relieve him of something, his balls, or maybe his looks.An idea will come to me, im sure of it, i tell myself as i act ilke an eager woman and let him guide me out of the tavern.<br/><br/>He's so drunk, i doubt that he;ll remember my face  come morning, just that a woman fed and bought him drinks, and nothing after that.