<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MRIYrLs.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Alicia Terosa (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2008112)</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Alicia had grown up in the Black District, working in one of the many factories. The small stature of children were always needed to crawl in the narrow spaces underneath machinery when they broke down. It was a dangerous job, one that cost a finger, or an arm, or a life with alarming regularity, but urchins were cheap and there was always someone poor and hungry enough to replace them. She was one of the lucky ones, making it out of childhood without being maimed - and when she grew too large to fit under the machines, she had been dismissed and dumped out onto the streets like the rest of them.<br/><br/>Large was only relatively speaking, because the poor diet and polluted air of the Black District had stunted her growth - or perhaps it was just her fate to be on the short side. At least she was fortunate enough to have the good looks, cunning tongue and nimble fingers to make it out of the Black District and into better, more well-to-do places. She wasn't proud of what she did to get by, tricking sympathetic souls until they let their guard down and then picking their pockets clean, and moving on to another district whenever the locals starting getting wise to her tactics. But even that stopped working when she reached adulthood and found it even harder to find tug at heartstrings... but she was arousing other, baser feelings.<br/><br/>What followed was her lowest point then, selling her body for a pittance of coin to get by day-to-day. That all changed one night, when a dark patron in the form of a raven spoke to her. It offered her power in exchange for a few trifling favors to be repaid at a later date... After getting over the initial shock of a talking bird, she accepted out of desperation. And power she got, enough to make a new living selling services not of a sexual nature as a private investigator, working in the shadows for those who preferred not to involve the law... and an ever-present reminder of what she owed, in between her legs, a virile organ that demanded to be sated every so often.<br/><br/>Now she had returned to the Black District once more, hired by the reasonably well-off family of a missing overseer For whatever reason they weren't wiling to wait for the missing individual to reappear - but their coin was good, so she had taken it and put in at least a token effort to justify her fee. The streets were familiar yet strange to her, the old factories had been torn down and new ones sprung up in their place, her old workplace was gone when she checked... but the smog, the oppressive air of both pollution and poverty, it was even worse than she remembered. She found the last place the overseer had been seen, and started her investigation there...