Anne In A Brothel But Not Here To Fuck Idk - Tumblr Posts

Anne leans on a wall in the foyer of the brothel, pointedly ignoring the growing pile of wood shavings at her feet. It isn’t so bad, agreeing to be hired muscle, except on the days like today where instead of knocking together heads she’s expected to stand by and babysit, “just in case.” Fucking boring is all it is, even with whittling to at least keep her hands busy.

No one’s approached to proposition her for the last fifteen or so minutes, after she’d threatened to cut the last one’s dick off if he didn’t take her no and fuck off already, and no one’s got the nerve now to approach her about the mess she’s making. She’ll be gone as soon as the rich, dim fuck upstairs is done with his shag and ready to drag her along on his next errand. Anne consigns herself to boredom until then.

Though perhaps she needn’t have done that so soon, since trouble’s come to brothel’s door in a humanoid shape. The steady scrape of steel on wood slows to a stop as suspicious eyes narrow in the stranger’s direction. The fuck’s this on about, then?