She is not alone

Jessica had barely shut the door and turned the lock, before turning around and feeling the back of a large, hairy hand hit her.

Smack!

She fell backwards, onto her hands and knees, her cheek stinging as a man she thought she knew stood over her. She recognized him as Old Geller, a regular patron of the bar. But this was also more than Geller. He stood taller...yet not quite taller, but longer, like he had been stretched from his legs to hands. His eyes were covered in a bandage (a frequent covering, as the Ashen Blood, a common sickness in Yharnam, caused sensitivity in the eyes first).

"We're closed Geral, get out of here!" Jessica said, voice wavering as she spoke. Something was amiss here. This wasn't the quiet and timid Geral she knew.

She could see his lips slide back over his teeth in a dark simile of a smile, while truly baring his teeth. He stepped forward toward her. Jessica crawled backwards on her hands and feet more. Suddenly he leaped and came upon her, grabbing at her wrists in a steely grasp and pulling her up off the ground and onto a table. Pulling her wrists above her head, he took a deep whiff of her; his own aroma filled Jessica's nose with the smells of leather, liquor, and most pungently sweat mixed with a sharp metallic scent. Jessica could suddenly feel a pressure against her leg, as Geral's erection sprung forth, unfurling against her thigh beneath Geral's trousers.

Leaving one hand holding her wrists, the beast that was Geral brought his hand to Jessica's cleavage, carefully placing his clawed finger to the fabric before cutting open her bodice and shirt in a single clean action.

Jessica's eye's widened further as her mind finally began to grasp the situation.