The girl reached down and helped Sunny back onto her feet.<br/><br/>"This won't take long.  I hope."<br/><br/>She urged Sunny to move closer to the milling crowds out in the street, grabbing the woman by the wrist and almost pulling her along.<br/><br/>Lezzie.<br/><br/>"No idea what we'll do with you," the girl muttered darkly, shaking her head.  "Got enough problems keeping myself awake.  Don't need the added complication of a...what are you, twenty?  Twenty-two?"<br/><br/>Perverted lezzie kiddy diddler.<br/><br/>Then the two emerged into what looked like an open air street market.  Makeshift booths and tents as far as Sunny's eyes could see, buskers and hawkers and peddlers galore.  Stop staring at her underaged butt you perv.  The girl kept on going, cutting across the flow of traffic, pulling Sunny along with her.<br/><br/>"If you make it a few days, this is a good place to find stuff," she called back over one shoulder.  "The Bizarre.  Or the Bizarre Bazaar, if you like alliteration. But right now, it's kind of in the way...and we're in a hurry.  Got to get you undercover before the Thirteenth Hour starts."<br/><br/>Such perky little tits!  You want to play with them, don't you?  Or have her play with yours.<br/><br/>Some of the people seemed torecognize the girl...and they didn't seem to like her, but they made way for the pair.  Finally getting all the way across the street about a block and a half from where they'd plunged in initially, the girl led their way into a small shop where a wizened old man perched on a stool behind a counter and smiled indulgently at them.  The place smelled of damp sawdust and polish, age and patience and wisdom long since gone to seed.<br/><br/>"Need a wand, dears?  Staff?  Broomstick?"<br/><br/>"Not today.  Just passing through."<br/><br/>"That's nice, dears."<br/><br/>A wand, he says.  A nice, long, smooth wooden shaft to ram right up someone's tight young body...<br/><br/>The girl stopped abruptly at a door, almost forcing Sunny to run into her.  She jiggled the doorknob, muttered something under her breath, shut her eyes, and turned the knob, pushing the door open.  Beyond was a room that definitely did not fit the tiny, almost empty shop they'd just entered.  For one thing, it was paved with flagstones.  And there was a large, cheery fire in a fireplace almost bigger than Sunny's old apartment.  The walls were hung with faded tapestries, and where the shop smelled of sawdust, this place smelled more like fresh pine trees and mulled wine.<br/><br/>"This should do.  You wait here.  I'll go see if Ingress is home."