Mary looked out the window of the apartments fourth floor only to have her sights set on a city clad with the orange light of the setting sun. Night was coming to this city, which meant she had plenty of time for even more fun. With a smile on her face she turned away from the window and walked further into the apartment. Her bare feet felt the cold damp carpet as she made her way to the bed. Reaching down she stretched out wrinkled bed sheets so that they were smooth and flat. Mary set her duffle bag down on the bed and slowly pulled on the zipper. She looked down at what would be her new clean clothes
People could be so messy....
Mary's slender fingers slowly slid off her soaking wet clothes. Her personal preference was to fully absorb herself in all her meetings like this, so it was almost sad to see her stained clothes go. When she finally felt the last of her dress fall to the floor, soaked in blood, Mary couldn't help but smile. The man was nothing more than a two bit lowlife she dragged of the corner, so it was no wonder he made such a mess of the place. Mary left him in the middle of the floor. The mess of his insides had been there for a while. Mary could still remember how warm his insides felt as she dug into him. He didn't even have time to scream. What was his name again? Oh... That's right. He was Steve. As Mary remembered his name she left her dress in the bloody carpet and walked over Steve's reaching hand that was aimed at the door. There was no way she would leave yet though. Steve had done the most uncourteous thing to a woman and gotten her all dirty. She needed a shower...
By the time Mary had finished showering and getting dressed the city was already well cloaked in darkness. Perfect. Mary opened the door to make her leave but then remembered Steve. Before she shut the door to leave the experience behind her, Mary looked in to see Steve's bloody corpse lying on the ground. He was pathetic even as a corpse, but that didn't stop her from leaving some parting words.
"Thanks for the good time Steve. I'd leave you my number.... But I don't think you'll be needing it anymore." Mary said, smiling before she shut the door and made her way out to the city.
As she made her way past the rather unsavory part of town, something posted up on one of the whore houses caught her eye. Mostly it was the money followed by the infinity sigh. She humored the paper and took it down from the wall to get a better look. "Infinite profit..." Mary mumbled as she studied the paper with her one good eye. Now that was something she could get interested in. Mary had no plans for the night, and Steve hardly had enough cash on him to warren her doing anything fun tonight, so she decided to let curiosity take its course. Mary made her way to Jansen Street...
Upon arriving at the rather shady location, Mary was met with a few unsavory looking characters. Well, at least a few. The man named Alexander was at least dressed fashionably. The other unnamed gentle man with the neon pants over his jeans looked to be someone she really wouldn't mind splitting in half. Just by looking at him she could tell that he was going to be one annoying stain, but this was business so Mary controlled the urge to shred him. As Alexander made mention of no one messing with him during the night, Mary couldn't help but make a snarky comment. "Tck..." Was t he sound she made under her lips as she crossed her arms. He sure thought highly of himself...
After Alexander finished his introduction Mary saw fit to introduce herself as well. "I'd rather not say my real name. Let's just call me 'Maw' for now. As for what I can do..." Mary started before she walked closer to the table and picked up one of the empty glasses. Mary held the glass up and then with ease crushed it in her bare hands. Unmaking her fist she let the bloody glass fall to the ground. She had several visible cuts on her hand from the glass that she showed everyone. It didn't take but a moment before they healed themselves and Mary held her hand up to her lips, her tongue meeting with the blood on her hand.
"That's what I can do. Now, who's the one advertising?" Mary asked.
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