Mari hung back in the shadow of the alleyway as she eyed the busy street. It looked to be an open market, foot traffic only. Though how many men even had vehicles to drive, she wondered. Blue cylinder lamps were scattered in every corner of the canvased stalls which were propped against and between the more solid, warmly lit store fronts. Hundreds of men milled about the street; some standing in conspiratorial groups, others arguing the vendors, or haggling over second hand electronics, clothing… and many were eating. The smell of some kind of fried… something wafted over her and she had to fight the urge to lunge at the closest booth. Mari swallowed hard.
“If it helps,” Sieffre piped up, “What you smell is most likely fried roaches. They’ve probably eaten all the rats at this point.”
“Don’t care, I WANT.” She thought at him. “Can’t remember the last time we had a decent meal.”
“It’s a good thing you have your priorities straight, then.”
Mari pursed her lips. She tried to find a path along the darker edges of the street but the crowded stalls made it impossible. Mari could weave her way through the men easily, but the complete lack of women made her nervous. She looked down at her skin tight outfit.
“To be fair, Cael did try to warn you.”
She took a deep breath and smelled the delicious fried… something, again, and she had an idea.
“Oh no. Mari?”
Mari pushed both zippers from her neck down to her waist, revealing a flat rectangle of skin down to her belly button. The unzipped flap was left to hang in front of her hips and thighs like a skirt. She gave herself a final look over before walking out of the shadow. She didn’t have much in the way of curves, but she wasn’t going to need much.
As expected, she started drawing eyes immediately.
“I hope you know what you’re doing.”