[At the worst of times, Babylon could be so boring. With all the rumors of what had gone down at the peace talks, people were worrying their panties into a knot. And to top it off, still no one really knew where that royal couple was. There had been an article in Camelot about a sighting, but how true was it?
In any case, Naamah wasn't having enough fun. It was torture, sometimes. But she'd always figured, if you weren't having fun, you had to make your own fun. Don't expect others to create the interest for you, because people weren't trustworthy. And neither was she, frankly.
So Tuesday evening had found her curled up against the side of a bar patron, her hair appropriately curled and her dress hanging loosely about her hips. There was no intention to sleep with this man, only to press her lips to his ear and whisper. I heard it from someone else, but did you know officials are saying that body in the paper is the Ryugunese princess? And to another's ear -- did you know she has birthmarks they can use to identify her? Did you know she was still wearing a kimono when it happened?
Well, all in a day's work. She'd return home and congratulate herself with a glass of something strong but sweet.]