There were few things Brea found more distasteful than two women going at it. While she did not begrudge such women the pleasure, it would be a cold day in hell before she partook of such herself. It was simply not in her nature. Therefore it was with great hesitation with which her fingers finally closed around the gemstone and tucked it away.<em>I have a greater reason to get rid of it now</em>, she thought to herself.<em>Bad magic, and worse</em>.<br/><br/>She slipped down the craggy brick wall. Through the alleyways she navigated, almost not needing to see. She had grown up in these surroundings; she was as much at home here as the sorriest alley cat.<br/><br/>"It's me, darlin'" She said as she slipped in through the door. "I've got something for you to see. It's old, probably even older than you, and it's got me burning with curiosity. You know how it is, " Her tone turned teasing as she crouched beside him, her hand on his thigh. From where he was sitting, he would have a great view of her cleavage straining against that bodice, poor vision or not. "When I've got that itch to know something, I've just got to scratch it."