[this has been developed into a fic. It's on tumblr if you're interested! @n3ptoonz]

It was a few days after another fight and all she needed was another good old session of relief. She puts her life on the line on a regular basis just to keep her people safe. So what was the harm in some services? Enjoying the benefits she deserved? Far be it from anyone in their right mind to tell her otherwise.

Angela's footsteps could be heard right as she approached the entrance to the brothel, setting the curtain aside and hearing the idle chatter in the lobby turn into murmurs. The other women and small amount of men staring in pure awe of the absolute unit their protector was, paying the same brothel a visit the fifth time this year. Even in casual attire, she ruled the room. After the third time, it was no question who she was going to ask for; her favorite maiden in all the land.

She set a heavy bag of coins on the counter and glanced at the tall, mean looking woman smoking a cigarette. She chuckled, not even looking up from her magazine.

"Fourth room to your right." The woman said, grabbing the bag and put it under the desk. Angela pays no mind to the others gawking, practically drooling at the sight of her passing by with tunnel vision as she made her way to that room. Your room.