<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/BVoyIAF.jpg)</div>Cinder devours the journal, loving the inside peek into Virella's life.<br/><br/>It takes an extraordinary feat of self-control for her to resist the urge to swing by Maeryll's. It's been...at least a few hours, which is like weeks for normal people. But work is work, and Cinder is serious about her business. She's a professional, after all.<br/><br/>Besides, leatherworkers are always kinky bastards. It could be fun.<br/><br/>Half an hour later she is standing in an alley across the street from Bulo's. She's been up for close to thirty-six hours now, but is only just starting to get tired. Sex feeds her, and she's all sexed up. Bulo's is one of those traditional workshops with the apartment built above the shop. She watches the lamp come on in the upstairs window and waits. When the light transfers downstairs, she crosses the street and knocks on the door.