tip, tap, tip, tap; were the sounds of your footsteps clacking against the hard woof floor. entering the bar, drunk and tipsy people sat; drinking or talking with one another.

you sat down and ordered a round of drinks, when out of the side of your eye, you noticed a beautiful girl with short messy black hair and a breath taking black dress and heels.. she was called 'The Towns Bicycle'... she was also a known hooker.

she must have saw you looking because she walked towards you. she sat next to you with a seductive smirk, her hand placed gently on your thigh.

"well, who might you be, handsome..?" she said. her french accent made your cheeks flush a deep maroon. your legs felt like jelly and your mind was clouded.

"aw..." she glides her fingers gently through your hair, letting out a soft laugh.