2: Beroukhia

Her servitor had paid for her life with its own, but she would have to mourn it later. The copper hair would attract too much attention – with a thought, a cascade of ebony fell to her waist instead. No more brothels for now, she decided. It was too risky. Finding a nobleman to shelter her was a better idea. She was sure one of her former clients could be persuaded, as long as she spun the story skillfully. Beroukhia sidled up to a cab driver, let tears fill her blue eyes, and got herself a free ride to the Grand.