It was dark. In the streets of downtown Rosslin. Everyone was partying. Alleyways and road filled with people either drunk or on their way to being so. I was in a different alleyway with a brown cloth around me. My usual attire is black booted thigh highs and the only top that would fit me and my curves was a black leotard that struggled to contain my expansive bosom. I itched the horns on my head and sighed. It was cold. Everything was dark and the faint booming music in the back further induced my loneliness. When someone walked into the alleyway I thought it was another drunkard. I’m a lot taller than normal humans so I thought the person would just leave when they realise it’s not another like them but when they didn’t I looked up removing the brown cloth a bit

“Who.. Might you be..? I don’t have any money or know anyone.. so I’m afraid I can’t help you.”