Sixpence, was that the girl's name?  Perhaps she won't, and really the dryad was not too sure<em>why</em>her own response was as it was.  She'd certainly made quite a scene either way... though that egotistical nutcase of a woman certainly got what she deserved for picking it in the first place.  But naked she strode, into the interesting office made out of Panzer remains, filled with dead SS and German helmets... well, the woman certainly was... attractive too, and actually made the dryad's loins twitch and swell a bit...<br/><br/>And of course the question, from that husky voice on those lovely lips... the dryad sighed, took a deep breath, then looked the woman right in the eyes...<br/><br/>"Actually, that was a cover." she explained, her tone an honest one, as honest as one could sound - at least, so she thought - "Best reason I could think to give to a dancer and a room filled with patrons once I figured out what this place was.  The truth is... I stumbled in here hoping to get someone to help me.  This is..."<br/><br/>She paused, sighed again, one arm under her breasts and the other pinching the bridge of her nose as she struggled to force herself to think, to recall... nope, nothing.  Well<em>fuck...</em><br/><br/>"This is going to sound bloody crazy I know... but I have no idea where I am, what city this is, how I got here, why I'm naked, or even who the bloody hell I am..." she finally just explained in all honesty "I woke up in the alley nearby in the dumpster, and it felt like I'd fallen into it out of the sky, hell my arse still kind of hurts from landing on something.  My head is still killing me, so I got up, stumbled towards the nearest sound of people hoping for some help... just happened to be this place.  That is the extent of everything I remember, I didn't even know I was a dryad until I saw the reflection in the mirror behind the bar, no idea how I got these modifications either, especially this one in my chest (OOC: the Clockwork Synthacardium)..."<br/><br/>She paused again, looking up at the woman with hope in her eyes.  Would she believe her?<br/><br/>"<em>Please</em>help me; I swear I'm telling the truth!  Who would walk around naked outside in weather like this, even if it WAS to drum up business somewhere?" she offered as affirmation, and as further justification of telling the truth "If that woman had let it slide I swear what just happened wouldn't have happened; I'd have come back here to speak to you immediately..."