<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/BVoyIAF.jpg)</div>Witth nothing but a name, Cinder's options are limited. She plants herself at a random table. Her clothes are soaked and she smells like she has been submerged head-to-toe in pussy, which isn't all that far from the truth. She considers paying for a bath but decides she rather likes the odor, though her hair is sticky and her clothes are starting to itch.<br/><br/>She asks for a bucket and upends both pitchers over her head, so that the water drains into the bucket with minimal spillage. She cleans the cum from behind her ears and under her chin, feeling much better afterward.<br/><br/>Next she asks for a piece of paper and pen and scratches out a quick note. Orders a beer. Meets the gaze of the teenage boy gawking at her from the corner of the bar. Motions him over.<br/><br/>"Boy, run some errands for me," she says when he approaches the table. "I promise I'll make it worth your while."<br/><br/>When he nods his assent, she says, "Go to the Happye Bitche and tell the barkeep Cinder Cotton needs a change of clothes; she'll know what to do. Then go to the blind beggar that begs at the corner of King's Way and Cobbler Row and give him this." She hands him a note.<br/><br/>It reads:<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Need info on one Lillian Windblossom. Be careful. *<strong>Dangerous</strong>*. Standard fee.<br/><br/>huggles,<br/>CC</span><br/><br/><br/>Once the boy leaves, Cinder turns her attention back to the barkeep. "Three shots of whiskey, please. I'm about to make a bad decision."<br/><br/>As the wench lines up the shots in front of her, Cinder takes out the potion she pinched from the sorceress, turning it over in her hand, studying the pearlescent fluid inside.