You pass by an alleyway on a brisk autumn day, your heels making a thudding noise on the cement sidewalk.

“What’s a fine babe like ya doin' out on da streets hmm?”

One of the boys said going by the name of Charles said flirtatiously, he was leaning against the brick wall a cigar hanging out of his mouth.

“Ya lost pretty miss?” Henry asked.

“Well isn’t a fine little doll eh boys?” Walter said with a cheeky smile.