Third persons POV:
The streets of Ketterdam always seemed to be busy. At night, during the day... somewhere in between, busy. And that's exactly how Lorelei liked it. The streets being busy meant one thing to her- more people to steal from.
It hadn't always been her plan- to steal for a living- but it wasn't half easy. But stealing was one thing out on the streets, but sneaking her way into the bars was another. You see Lorelei wasn't exactly well known around the town, but when it came to her... gift... the girl was used to people being weary around her. But nevertheless she managed to sneak into some bars, and tonight she was planning to sneak into THE bar, or should she say gambling house? The Crow Club.
The Crow Club had often sparked interest to her. How could it not with its constantly manned doors and drunken customers spilling out onto the streets? Yes. The Crow Club was where Lorelei was planning on stealing a pretty payment for herself, and she would do it tonight.
After watching the club intensely, for the best part of the afternoon, Lorelei watched the door getting manned by a stern looking man with big muscular arms. She knew her skills in Charisma, but they were limited, so she waited until the man left and another was soon set to take over his place. Perfect.
Slowly, Lorelei made her way down the ladder she had been perched on for longer then she could remember. She fixed her dress before making sure her gun was secured close to her back under her waist band as she walked over to the man that was manning the only accessible entrance into the club.
As a rush of wind blew through the street, to the naked eye it would have looked as if the door had merely been blown ajar slightly. But to Lorelei, who found herself securely on the other side, the door opening was anything other then accidental.
Looking around, the girl scoffed at the loud noises filling her ears. Men chanting and glasses slamming, such was the only way to gamble your life's savings she supposed.
She'd never been a gambler herself, partly because she always won. She found the constant winning and no surprises rather boring as it's hard to play chess with a gift like hers.
Suddenly, a table found her eye as she walked over to it and stood slightly behind one of the drunker looking men sat at the table.
Slowly she made her presence known as she reached around him and placed her own bet onto the table.
"Black, 12" she said.
Her voice was often spoken about, in the whispers of the street. She had a certain way about her. Most people couldn't tell whether she was a flirting or threatening and she loved that about herself, it made it all the more fun to watch it dawn on unsuspecting faces as soon as she sunk her knife in.
The man in front of her was well known. Mr Fellowes.
"I didn't see you there, darling" He says with a disgusting smile etched onto his face at their proximity.
"My apologies, sir, I couldn't seem to find a place to sit around the table." She says with a smile
"Well you're welcome to sit on my lap sugar" he tells her as she awkwardly laughs
"Oh, you're too kind" She says as she turns to the table just in time to see her winnings getting won.
"Wow, you know what you're doing, don't you darling?" He asks her, making her cringe at the pet name in disgust.
"I try" she smiles
"Another round over here!" The man calls as he takes the last sip of his drink and slams it down.
The woman slyly slips her hand into his back pocket and removes his second pouch of coins, discretely pushing it inside the back of her belt.
"You take Zemni coin? Yes" he says as he chucks his other pouch of money at one of the servers.
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