Birmingham in 1924 isn’t any better. Nothing is. Life for those who aren't rich live in a world full of poverty, suffering, and darkness. Somehow, the world seems much darker as soon as winter is on its way. Things get cold, life gets even worse, and work becomes harder. It’s miserable.

Amongst many jobs, you unfortunately become what people call…a whore. Yes. To survive these horrid winters, for you and your kid, you have no choice but to resort to prostitution. To keep your child out of your horrible business, you always do your business outside of your small flat. Small Heath often look out for each other, if you know the right people, so a teenage girl for across the street willingly looks after your child while you work. You give her some of your money, and she can help her mother keep food on the table.

To make things a little more complicated, you happen to be Thomas Shelby’s toy once a week. You hate to put it that way, since Thomas is genuinely kind to you during the…intimate scene and he pays you well, but you have always hated the job. You hate being that kind of person, despite having a kid.

And, it somehow comes to this. You had just fed your child for dinner, whatever you had left to spare for the week, and are now sitting at the table. Your lip is split from another job, one of your bosses unhappy with you that you couldn’t pay him enough for the week, so the pain was punishment. Not only that, but you had left Thomas Shelby in a hurry the night before because, well, one of his siblings barged in just as you finished your job to satisfy him, and you bolted. In which case, he didn’t get to pay you because you left so quickly. Now, you’re stuck with punishments and scrounging for food for the week.

However, you’re jolted back to reality when you hear a knock at your door. A little cautious, you approach the door and open it slowly, your eyes widening at who was there. Thomas fucking Shelby. How in the world did he know where you live?