Elizabeth was lost. That was not good. Admittedly, she'd never once been out of the tower she called "home" aside from the occasional look out into other worlds using her "gift" to tear a hole in reality. The sudden appearance of Booker granted her a once in a lifetime chance of freedom that she couldn't pass up despite her suspicions of him. However, the trip became embroiled in a chaotic mess of danger and risk.
Loyal agents and supporters of her father, looking to bring her back and trap her in that damn library again, were almost everywhere. Not to mention that giant mechanical beast Songbird, her former jailor, was among them hunting her down. It's most recent attack had left her separated from Booker, and now she was in unfamiliar territory...in more ways than one.
The gorgeous young woman with her hair cut short just under chin-length stood out like a sore thumb in the less than rich "slums" of this area of Columbia. She looked soft, with pure blue eyes and full pink lips that was sure to attract many unsavory types in the area. Not to mention her attire; her bountiful bosom was well displayed where her cleavage stuck out above the white corset she wore. She also had on a blue velvet jacket, though it was the exposed flesh of her chest which really attracted some attention. Her waist was slender, aided in part by the corset, before giving way to her curvaceous womanly hips. The long blue skirt she wore fell to her ankles, revealing the black heeled boots she wore just underneath its white lace fringe. Her only accessory was the choker around her slender neck which completed the outfit.
She was lost, afraid, and the continuous looks (some of clear disgust) as her walking around weren't helping that mood.
"Excuse me, are you lost?" A sharp, British voice called out to her, making her stop her fruitless walking as she looked to the man.
"I...yes, yes I am." Elizabeth admitted with a sigh. The man looked like a typical citizen of Columbia; well-dressed, at least for these poorer areas of the city, with a clean shaven face and dark hair. "I'm afraid I'm just, not really familiar with this part of, well, you know..." She said, attempting to be as polite as possible.
"That's pretty clear to see, darling." The man said, giving her a discreet glance over. "Young girl walking around here, looking like that? You could end up in some serious trouble."
"I can handle myself, as it goes." She claimed, putting on a brave face. "But...I'm actually looking for someone. A...friend of mine." She said, trying to be discreet about her identity and her relationship with Booker. "He goes by the name of Booker. He's got a really distinctive mark on the back of his hand?"
Now the Englishman almost said that he'd never met this Booker before, or even seen him, but an idea popped into his head. Here was this pretty young woman, supple and attractive, lost and alone without anyone aware of her disappearance. She was vulnerable, and if he was really lucky, a suitable candidate for his "business" back in London. It'd be a shame to just let her go now without getting a taste of the goods.
"Now that I think about it, I do believe I ran into a fellow named Booker at my establishment. Just came busting in looking for a pretty young girl in a blue dress. He said he'd swing by later on to see if anyone had seen her."
"That must be him!" Elizabeth said with a smile, buying the false story the man was selling. "Where is he?"
"How about you come with me back to my establishment and I'll keep you safe until your friend comes back. How does that sound?" He offered with a well-practiced fake smile.
"That sounds perfect!" She agreed with a nod. "I could honestly do with some rest after all this running about."
"Perfect! I'll even fix you up with a drink too for good measure." He said as he moved to escort the younger woman down the street. "It'd be rude of me not to offer you some refreshments."
"Drink? What kind of drink?" She asked curiously.
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"G-Goodness!" Elizabeth laughed, before she coughed slightly as she put down her glass. That was her fourth glass of expensive wine...or something, she forgot the name after chugging down her second glass just minutes before, and it was hitting her hard, as she was not used to booze to begin with. "That's really strong stuff! But it's good~" She said with another laugh, her eyes already looking fuzzy as she looked up at her drinking partner. "I didn't think a place like this existed in Columbia."
"Well, even in a place like Columbia, I can have a few strings pulled for my benefit." The man, whose name was Edward Elizabeth would learn, said as he reclined in his plush leather seat. The room they were sitting in was a lavish office above a casino that he owned on the edge of the slums, built for the moderately wealthy people for him to gain from their constant losses. With a perfect view of the Columbia cityscape, he treated her to a couple of drinks as he ordered the servants to give him some privacy with the pretty lass.
"Well, it's damn good stuff I must say, if you'll excuse me language." She said with another giggle, before looking up at the seemingly kind man. "I wonder if what's-his-name would enjoy this stuff...what's his name again? The guy I was supposed to meet?" She wondered, showing how much the alcohol was affecting her.
"Don't worry about that, girl. I'll take good care of you from now on." Edward said, putting a hand on her skirt-covered thigh.
"Take care of me? But you've already been so nice..." She replied, misunderstanding his words, and his intentions.
"Don't worry about that. I already know a way you can repay me. Here," He went to pour her another glass, but Elizabeth's shaky hand caused the liquid to spill over. Some of it fell onto her lap, the majority of the drink spilled onto her cleavage. It poured all over her breasts and stained her dress, almost causing her to swear. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I'm...I'm a bit clumsy today. Let me wipe this up..."
