"And stay out, you bloody homewrecker!" Teeth snapped at her heels, nearly scoring their mark as she ran from the home in long-legged bounds. Her payment was clutched tightly to her, desperate to keep her chance at having a meal despite her frantic need to flee. Evangeline had met the male the night prior while acting as her alias, Cherie. He had been deep in the spirits, laughing when she caught his eye. They shared smiles across the space, hers demure and teasing as she encouraged him with her eyes. It had been all too easy, the drink flowing through him providing a false sense of courage. When he'd stumbled over to introduce himself, Evangeline knew she would not be leaving the gathering alone.
She woke the morning after to the outraged cries of a woman scorned. It appeared that the man she'd tumbled was, in fact, a man shackled to the commitments of matrimony. At first the other fae's wrath rained upon her unfaithful husband, but soon her ire turned upon Evangeline. She was quick to gather her payment and flee to town, only slowing when the harsh shouts faded and the fae had given up the chase. Slowing then, Evangeline laid her payment upon the ground and took a moment to catch her breath. Whoring was difficult, yet lucrative, despite it not being her first career choice. It's only temporary, she thought as she picked up her spoils, making her way into the streets of Inverness.
In the hours of daylight, the market was bustling with activity. Inverness was richly populated; one of the reasons she had made her way to the highlands. Here, she could build her clientele, perhaps even set up a rotation of males to keep her fed the year through. The scents of fresh meat caught her nose first, making her mouth water as she eagerly pranced into the frey. Strangers parted for her, her large frame taking up space despite her underfed condition. Soon she was another mahogany coat among the masses, her silver eyes searching for the food vendors as the smells nearly intoxicated her.
A simple trade and a small meal later, Evangeline strolled through the streets lazily. She was not necessarily searching for company, but she took the opportunity to imagine what it might be like to not be constantly alone. Surprisingly enough, dealing in companionship was proving to be a lonely profession. For once her belly was full, yet she would need to continue in the arts of seduction were she to revel in the feeling of proper nourishment. The thought left her as she passed a flower merchant, pausing to smell their wares. A group of males appeared in the corner of her eye, looking at her appreciatively as she fluttered her lashes. She would have to find them later, for at the moment the flowers took precedent.
