Subject: Searching for a place to sleep Where: The Bridge Theater, Lower Pitt Street Who: Madelene Ambers Warnings: None, yet
Open to: Anyone in or around The Bridge Theater
Madelene had managed to get on more client that night. A violent man that the other whores knew to avoid, but Madelene was desperate for money and he was known to pay well. She wasn't entirely certain if it was worth the painful bite mark she now had on her collar bone, but she didn't have time to dwell on that thought. The young boy she had met earlier that night had suggested she go by the theater and so that's where she was heading. There was a hopeful look on her face, even though her stomach was full of nerves.
She didn't want to get her hopes up. More than once she had allowed herself to get lured into dangerous situations and she didn't feel very comfortable about this one. She stopped outside the theater and glanced up to the sign. She couldn't read, but she assumed the strange symbols up there indicated that she was at the right place. Taking a deep breath she approached the door, unsure of what to do now. Nervously the young redhead knocked before looking around the street as she waited.