The night had been quite uneventful. Probably for the best, given the way things had been going in their community. What she wouldn't have given for just a straight forward, night without any sort of supernatural involvement. Minus the occasional client, sure, but, it would have been far too long since she'd had a night like that.

Tonight, though, wasn't going to be one of those nights. A little blood had dripped down from her neck to the lace around her shoulders, matching her hair and lipstick in the dim light. At the sight of the car, a few of the girls peeked forward, but Nancy kept walking. Until the window rolled down and the man clearly spoke to her.

"Sir," she said, equally politely, inclining her head. That- that was a nice car. A nice car that had to have someone with money behind it. No wonder the other girls seemed interested. And now she was, too. She gave Childermass her sweetest smile, her green eyes flashing with some well-practiced lust. "May I help you this evening?"