Revisiting the Slums

"So, can you remind me again why you're visiting the slums again?" Katherine asks with a raised eyebrow, watching as Alice puts on her incognito attire once more. "Yesterday, you got attacked on your way back, yet you're determined to go back this soon? I'm curious what you've got in mind."

"Winning the hearts of the nobles and the minister is one thing, but winning the hearts of the common people is another," the princess replies with confidence. Perhaps that was the truth, or perhaps she can't stop thinking about the cock that had nestled itself between her fingers yesterday. The masculine strength it exuded, the scent of the cum that splattered her face and hair, and in her imagination, it was her lips, not hands, that held the shaft tightly...

"Right, if you say so," Katherine says as she opens the door for her princess. "Just be careful, alright? The slums are dangerous for a reason, no matter what your station. A knife to the back kills even the greatest of heroes."

"Of course, I'm always careful," Alice smiles as she heads out, draping her hood over her golden locks. Once more, she would be going alone, as taking someone as clueless as Finley with her would only serve to weaken her disguise. Plus, for what she might end up doing, it was far better to be by herself.

The scent of ale, ****, and sex was less jarring than yesterday, as were the scenes of drunks passed out on the streets and whores flaunting their bodies in broad daylight. Alice was getting used to this now, and she walks with confidence down the worn down streets, sidestepping shards of glass and puddles of white.

In her younger days, Alice had assumed the slums to be a place of endless debauchery and little else, and while she had been right about the former, she was off the mark on the latter. The slums, like everything else, had it's rules and hierarchies, a method to its madness. In the absence of law and order, the poor and the downtrodden create their own, and as long as there exists a power vacuum, there exists someone with the strength and the cunning to fill it.

Unfortunately for Alice, she was still a foreigner to this district, and unfamiliar with its rules. There's lots to observe, and even more to learn. The bar she visited last time was a good place to make some coin, but perhaps there's other, more interesting places to visit. Like the shabby inn nearby, where the slightly more fortunate congregate to escape the elements. Surely there's valuable rumors abound amidst such a crowd. Or maybe that damp, dark alleyway. Most might not recognize the cyphers and symbols hidden in the graffiti along the walls of houses and shacks, but Alice could see it instantly. Somebody thought they were being clever, but there's no doubt to the princess that there's some sort of gathering happening in there, for better or for worse.