Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-24489208-20130804183749/@comment-11457306-20130805172635

Tray held high, Allysa moved through the crowded room. This was good. More people meant an easier time of planting the evidence on the mark. Unfortunately it also allowed easier groping--her arse had already been pinched at least a dozen times.

Now an arm slid around her waist and she nearly dropped the tray as a foul smelling man pulled her close. "Where do you think you're going, sweet meat?" He leered at her drunkenly. She gasped as she recognized the client, then again as his hand went even lower. With a smile that was more a grimace, she leaned in close to his ear. "I'm with the Guild."

He snatched his hand back as if he'd been stung. Still smiling, she nodded and manuevered away through crowd, back on her way to the mark.