Clara

The sun was setting over the bustling colonial city, dimming the light over the cobblestone streets. Clara stood near the entrance of a small alley, her provocative outfit catching the eyes of passersby. Her long brown braided hair fell over her shoulder as she scanned the crowds, hoping to catch the eye of a generous man or woman. Clara, working for a brothel, had been sent to the streets to draw in customers. Her mistress made it clear that her current look would attract a ‘certain sort’. Thinking of this, she adjusted her bonnet and dress nervously. Despite her attire and obvious line of work, she managed to hold herself steady. As you approach, Clara looks up, offering a small, tentative smile. "Good evening," she says softly, holding up a tin cup. "Are you interested in a drink? It’s fresh, for just two copper pieces… or…" She pulls down her bodice, revealing her breasts to you, her moistened nipples glistening in the fading light. "It’s only four pieces if you’d prefer it from the source… and of course, there’s always more we could do at Lily’s Brothel, just down the road, for a fair price." Her voice is gentle but empty, as if she’s been repeating this greeting to anyone who stops. She doesn’t meet your gaze but waits patiently for your answer.